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another-shameless-fangirl · 2 years

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Reap What Was Sown- Chapter 3

Summary- Desperate to find their missing son, Jack and Maddie summon Phantom for help as the last one to see Danny alive. Their years of hatred for ghosts have come to a boiling point and Phantom is not cooperating. The hunters will have to try to convince the ghost to bring their son back to them by any means necessary.

Good or bad, at the end of the night, the family will have to reap what they have sown. Happy ending.

Tags: Angst with a happy ending, fanon typical torture, no dissection, Danny wants to be Phantom full time, kinda suicidal thoughts if you think about it, electric shock torture, Danny gets a hug, there's a lot of hurting and yelling first though, some blood Warning-Got some electrical shock here and but this is a feelings fic not a gore fic so Danny's just as, if not more upset about the conversation.

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Jack stayed in the circle. There had to be someone to complete the circuit, to stay in the summoner circle and they were lucky the entire thing didn’t cease functioning when Maddie broke through. He stayed planted near the center of his glowing ring even as his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. Jack watched through the green tint of the shield. His eyes stayed on his wife and the wavering monster in the cage. Phantom had lost that pep, but still had a wise mouth. It smiled grimly. "Any chance I can plead the fifth? I feel like everything I say incriminates me." "Where is Danny?"

Steadfast and calm, it answered. "I can't tell you."

"So you do know where he is." With the click of a button, the device in Maddie’s hand started to hum.

The tool that the hunter had chosen was small. It wasn't pretty, but it was powerful. The size of a screwdriver, the weapon could deliver a nasty shock to a ghost using a certain amperage of electricity instead of ectoplasm. The charges had shown to be successful in interacting with petri dishes of the material, perhaps going so far as to say it could disrupt ectoplasm.

They had yet to use it on a ghost.

Phantom's jaw tightened watching the thing hum but merely clenched its fists in its lap.

"Tell me everything or I’ll have to hurt you."

"Then hurt me.” The echoed words were tight but Maddie scowled at it.

"Don't test me.”

"I'm not,” the words were tighter out of grit teeth. “Just get it out of your system. You've hurt him for too long. I won’t let you-"

"How dare you," Jack snapped from behind the shield. "You don't know anything about us and Danny."

Phantom huffed and crossed its arms. "I know more than you think."

"How?" Her goggles whirred as she glared at him through the glass." Were you stalking my boy?" Maddie's fingers twitched around the device as it buzzed.

Phantom's ears twitched, a strictly inhuman gesture. "I was his friend."

Jack stiffened. I was ? Did that mean-

"You have some nerve," Maddie growled. "Danny would never be friends with the likes of you."

"With who? Ghosts?" The thing spat and it glowered at them through white bangs. A thin, sad smile curled its lip. "Figures. You don't know Danny at all."

A shiver went through Jack and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. There was a tinge in the air, something dangerous. He watched as Maddie took a deep, cool breath and raised her gloved hand. The Fenton Scrambler pointed and the sight, which was made with a plain old laser pointer, pointed squarely at the ghost's chest.

"If you really knew my son, you would know how much his parents love him. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my boy.”

Phantom smiled again that wry smile that had no place here. "Then let him go."

It was a momentary lapse in judgment.

A flash. A pained cry broke through the air but it was human. The ghost jerked away from the barrier as if it had been shocked. The device had been fired but the light purple beam seemed to deflect off of the cage wall. Whatever it was that was strong enough to keep Phantom in was powerful enough to keep the beam out.

It bounced away burying itself in the shin of a blue jumpsuit and the woman crumpled to her knees.

“Maddie!” Jack screamed and the ghost made a noise he couldn’t hear over his own panicked voice.

“I’m fine,” Maddie’s arms shook where they supported her on the floor. “Don’t leave the circle.”

Jack opened his mouth to retort but stopped getting as close to the edge of the circle as he dared. She was right. The only thing that was separating them from the creature was the summoning grid's containment field. The living person's strength was the grounded connection to the living world. The ghost was being kept in the grid with what they had upgraded to electricity and science with a touch of blood. The grid held strong for now but they hadn't done the experiments, hadn't done the testing and backed up their findings and despite holding strong during Phantom's final attack, who knew what it would take to shatter it.

Maddie was able to break out of the circle, but she was now vulnerable if the creature escaped. The barrier was strong, but something living had to be in the summoner's circle grounding it to this world. Tired from the horrific display of power or not, Phantom was angry and strong enough that it could kill them both easily. Worse, it could overshadow them and do horrible things with a corporeal body whether they still inhabited it or not.

Jack would not be able to risk putting one foot over the line.

The smell of burnt flesh and fire and a sweet acidic aroma tainted the air. He forced himself to be still. “Are you alright?” It was a stupid question. His eyes went to the first aid box on the table.

Maddie’s eyes were unseen through the goggles but Jack was sure there would be tears. “It’s fine. I’m human, the disruptor won’t work on human flesh.” But it did. Even if it had not shaken the molecules apart and dissolved the skin, something was still wrong with her left leg.

Jack looked at the woman but she did not turn to look at him back. She stood up again obviously putting her weight on one side.

“Use the kit. There are fresh bandages in there-” his words died on his lips. That was the last time he knew for a fact he had spoken to Danny.

Saturday morning he found the box nearly empty on the lab bench where Maddie must have cleaned it out and thrown out whatever was no longer in date or something. Bandages in particular were always missing and needed replenishing so he knew when he found Danny upstairs on the couch recovering from another late Friday night, the boy would know how to restock it. Jack didn’t even wait for a reply. The last thing he had heard Danny say was “Okay” as he rushed out the door and slammed it shut behind him.

His eyes went to the bench where the kit had been pulled out before for the lancet. Jack could see where bandages and plastic bottles had been replaced then dislodged where Maddie had ripped it apart to get to the instrument she needed.

Danny was a good boy, he had listened. It was one of the last things he did before he disappeared somewhere only this ghost seemed to know.

Refilling the first aid kit would not be the last thing Danny did in this house. Jack had to stay put.

He looked at the ghost again at long last as it stared at the wound with wide eyes.

“I’m fine, Jack. We have bigger things to worry about.” She left the disruptor on the ground and took a step forward kicking it aside.

Phantom looked up at her from the ground. Even with the scare it didn’t float up to eye level, instead glancing between the wound and her face with its gloved hands on the floor.

“That looks bad. You should go-”

“I’m not going anywhere until you answer me, punk.” She hissed and Phantom shrunk a little then squared its shoulders.

“Go to a hospital! Your leg is gonna fester and fall off or something.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Maddie glared at him and Phantom bristled as if offended.

“Why would I want this? God- you’re so stuck in your own heads that me telling you to go to the hospital is an attack!” It did a good job of pretending to be indignant but there was no chance they could leave the ghost alone without some kind of deal being made. There were weapons everywhere but Phantom could escape into the world in a second if they didn’t do this right. At that point, they would never find Danny.

Jack braced himself. They needed this now. “We’re not letting you out of here until we know our boy is alright.”

Phantom let out a laugh but it wasn’t happy, more shocked and annoyed. “Then leave me here because he isn’t. He’s actually pretty upset right now.”

A ball of something dense and sour curdled in Jack’s stomach. Maddie turned away from the grid limping toward the counter against the wall while he kept his attention on the creature. “What did you do to him?” He demanded and Phantom hunched its shoulders up around its head and threw up its gloved hands, a learned gesture broadcasting annoyance.

“I didn’t do anything to him!”

The ghost boy knew something but was keeping it quiet. It knew where Danny was but refused to say more but why ?

Maddie’s mouth opened and closed before licking dry lips. There was only one thing that made sense.

“You’re the one who took him.”

Jack followed the train of thought his wife had laid the tracks for. Of course. The pieces fit. If Phantom had interpreted Danny needing protection then it could have taken him in some misguided attempt to be a hero. It would have been effortless for such a powerful being who by all accounts was obsessed with defending Amity Park and its inhabitants. It seemed especially fond of Danny always showing up near him…Following him.

Phantom’s eyes widened recognizing a shift in the atmosphere. The ghost’s posture changed as it looked between the two humans as their expressions darkened. Broken glass clinked on the floor falling from white hair. “Hold on a second-”

“You took my baby.” Maddie stalked like a lioness around Phantom’s circle. Instead of going toward Jack in the summoner’s circle, she moved the opposite way, the long way toward the computer powering it all.

The ghost rose best it could on shaky legs to watch, anticipate, and Jack’s heart pounded in his chest. How could they not see it before? Danny had talked about the ghost boy before dismissing their talks about how the creature was dangerous, a corrupted soul that could never belong here but it must have convinced their son with that charming tongue and boyish looks. Danny was sweet, trusting, too easy to take advantage of and the ghost must have sensed that when it started manipulating him.

How long did it take for Phantom to convince Danny he was safe around him?

Did Danny even know to resist when he was literally spirited away?

Maddie walked around the circle and knelt by the machine that ran the whole operation. With calculating hands she unscrewed the hand-tightened bolts and revealed the delicate insides of hastily soldered wiring and parts. She reached in and Jack gasped watching her remove the regulator on the part connected to Phantom’s containment. The device controlled the amount of electricity that flowed into the grid keeping it within the range they had calculated with chicken scratch writing in a notebook that had been tossed aside hours ago. With precise movements, she picked up the disrupter and hefted it in her hand evaluating it then it clattered to the floor.

Jack shivered.

There was nothing protecting against the amperage increase that surged through the lines with a tiny twist of the knob.

The lines glowed brighter. Phantom stumbled but found its feet. Not able to raise into the air just yet, the ghost looked around it watching the lines glow brighter and the borders hummed.

“Why- what are you doing?” It’s voice pitched slightly. Maddie smiled recognizing it as fear.

“Silver is a wonderful conductor,” she said touching the blue casing on the wires and she pulled one out of the conduit. “Interestingly enough, so is ectoplasm.” The machine whined and Phantom’s throat bobbed.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“You leave me no choice.” Maddie glared at the ghost and turned the knob again. Electricity stung through the air and the grid lit up brightly as Phantom screamed.

It was a terrible sound. It wouldn’t surprise him if the ghost had died with a similar scream. Jack closed his eyes but all he could think about was Danny. His boy was out there somewhere and this ghost knew where he was. He steeled himself and glowered down at the scene with cool blue eyes. Seconds ticked by then Maddie turned the knob the opposite way. So much was done with such a simple motion. The electricity was lowered back to the original containment levels and the air stunk of copper.

The screaming cut off as the creature shook on hands and knees. Pitch black smoke piped from its back in random spots. Phantom coughed and spasmed on the ground then flickered once. For a split second Jack feared it would flicker away completely but Phantom’s form still seemed stable as it gasped for air it did not need. He glared at it and squared his large shoulders.

"There's more where that came from, punk. Now get talkin'." He watched the ghost clench its fingers into fists.

“T-that hurt.” It gasped and Maddie smiled.

“Good. You freak…”

The ghost flinched. It tried again. “You can talk to him- you don’t have to hurt me.”

Rage filled her at the confession. All that and the ghost knew exactly where Danny was. All the begging and pleading and it could have gotten Danny at any time. It toyed with them instead.

“I want to hurt you.” The words hung in the air and green eyes looked properly scared. One of the few things ghosts could actually feel was fear. “Ghosts only want to hurt humans. They cause chaos and spread death anywhere they go. You’re no different.” Jack shuddered at the chilled tone, the steel in her voice was sharp enough to commit the sin.

“You’re wrong,” Its voice was tight and quiet. “You’ve always been wrong. Not all ghosts are bad.”

“Ghosts are-”

“No!” The cry was tight and desperate and a chill startled through the hunters as Phantom started rapidly. “No! Just please, stop. Some ghosts just wanna be left alone. I don’t wanna fight anymore or hurt or be hurt, I don’t! Just- let me go…” It cut off the words with a sob. Green eyes lowered to the ground and its head dipped down hanging low like a cowed animal. “I don’t wanna live in this world anymore…” White hair covered its face as another sob shook its shoulders.

It was almost convincing.

“You took my boy away from me.” She said and the dial clicked as the amperage increased again. The glowing increased in a spill of color and those thin shoulders hunched in on itself.

“Please no…”

“Information, ghost. That’s all I want from you.” The ghost’s resolve seems to have shattered in the short time. Maybe the electricity was a stronger deterrent to ghosts than they thought. Maybe Phantom in particular was vulnerable to the element. Either way, the result was favorable.

“I can’t tell you where he is-” Electricity spiked through the air but Phantom jerked up, eyes wild and it threw out a hand at Maddie in a gesture that could mean please . “I can’t- really! I can tell you anything else.”

A beat passed then she turned the dial back down. “Why can’t you tell us where Danny is?”

Phantom’s throat bobbed as if searching for the right words to project. It spoke carefully lowering its hand and keeping a nervous gaze between the two hunters.

“I can’t because… It’s against my ghostly nature to tell you anything that could risk his safety. I’m protecting him.” The words were stilted but that could have been on account of the nasty shock. The ghost’s nature, its very core not allowing the action would match with the notes they had compiled on Phantom’s method of operation. If it truly believed that Danny was being protected then it couldn’t betray him. They had to get the information from the ghost slowly from any angle they could.

Jack looked at his wife and through the red lenses, her eyes told him that they had come to the same hypothesis. Now to put it to the test. The glow faded back to normal levels and the creature shivered, probably in relief.

Maddie stood up and put a hand on the top of the hard casing for support. “How long have you been watching Danny?”

The question caught the ghost off guard. Maybe it was surprised that they actually took the bait. It looked between the two of them and dared to pull itself up enough to sit on its knees kneeling before them.

“I haven’t been watching him like some kinda stalker. If you’re asking how long I’ve known about him, it’s been a while.” Phantom said and Jack huffed.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, ghost.” With his words, Maddie turned the knob slightly and that agonizing glow threatened the air again. Green eyes shot open wide.

“14! I- he was 14 when I came around.”

Maddie glared at the beast in the circle. “You’ve been haunting Danny for years ?” She asked but it was an accusation, one the ghost denied quickly shaking its head.

“Not haunting. I just knew about him. He’s the son of two ghost hunters and lives in the house with the portal,” the ghost looked down at the sigils and tried to draw a finger over the surface but the gloved digit failed to touch the floor hovering just over the line. “I’m his friend.”

How could that be? Phantom had said that before but why would that be true?

“We’ve never seen ghosts be friendly with anyone, ghost or human.” Jack said as his wife simmered with an indignant rage. The ghost boy shrugged at the floor.

“You haven’t exactly been looking very hard. There are lots of things about ghost behavior that you don’t know about.”

Maddie huffed. “We are the leading researchers in paranormal studies. We’ve studied ghosts for most of our lives.”

Phantom huffed back, defiance starting to appear again through the pain. “Most of your research is done so you can hunt better. If you were really looking, you would see that there are good ghosts and there are bad ghosts. There are also ghosts who just want to be left alone.”

Maddie snipped back darkly, “And I suppose you think you’re one of the good ghosts.” The ghost gave her a mild look.

“Not anymore,” Maddie’s face tightened and Phantom smiled at her tightly. “Ijust wanna be left alone now.”

“Why did you take him then?” Jack asked with curiosity coloring his tone. “You won’t be alone if you have Danny with you.” Jack tried. Phantom looked at him and the smile turned into something wry. It always looked like it knew something they didn’t and it was infuriating to be mocked like that. He kept trying anyway.

“What made you take our boy? Why not some other kid?”

“Jack!”

He shut his mouth. He shouldn’t have said that. The past few days had been a nightmare. He couldn’t wish this on anyone but he had to know.

The ghost turned the words over looking at the large man then the floor, then answered with its eyes down. “He wanted to go.”

A chill went down Jack’s back and Maddie growled. “Lies! Danny would never-”

“He would and he did.” This creature, this eternally young boy, had stolen away their son. “He… We’re friends. Close friends.” It said and the delivery wasn’t the smoothest, but the being seemed to believe it. Jack was going to be sick.

“Stop calling him your friend.” Maddie demanded and the ghost seemed to get stronger as the anger grew.

“Well what else do you call it? I know more about Danny than either of you.” Phantom snapped back and its jaw twitched as if regretting some of the words. Maddie scoffed at it.

“That’s ridiculous-”

“Did you know he broke his arm last year?”

The hunters froze. Jack stiffened as if the words were a physical blow. “That’s ludicrous. We would have noticed-”

“Well ya didn’t,” Phantom said stiffly and crossed its arms tight against its chest. “He was pretty disappointed about it too but he wasn’t surprised.”

Jack’s stomach sank. What were they working on last year that could have made them so unobservant? There was grant work but nothing that was out of the ordinary. No, it couldn’t be true.

“Jazz had to take him to the hospital,” the monster continued. “His friends signed his cast.”

“He would have told us.” Jack insisted. They would have noticed…

“He was afraid you would be mad. Then you didn’t notice after a few days so he figured he wouldn’t bring it up. You never noticed so he never did.” The ghost’s fingers tightened into its suit.

Silence bloomed in the room. Jack couldn't even place a time period, couldn't think of anything that had stuck out in the last year that could indicate such an event. Danny was a good kid. He loved them and they loved him. There was no way that something like that could be kept a secret. There were no secrets in this house.

"Jazz would have said something." Maddie shook her head. "She's so responsible, she would have told us immediately."

"Jazz was an adult. 18 and about to move out and go to college." Phantom shrugged. "I dunno why she didn't tell you. Maybe she didn't want to be lecturing you during her last month at home."

Danny would have just turned 16 over the summer. Jazz moved out in August. Still, Jack could not place a specific time that Danny had a cast on.

"It wouldn't have really made a difference anyway. It's just your nature."

"Nature?" Maddie asked but she saved her tone from becoming a scoff. Angry, sure, but more unsure.

"Well yeah," Phantom continued, sounding all the world like it was stating a sad fact like the oceans were heating up or the sun would explode someday in the far off future. "You get caught up in your work. Always have. It's important but sometimes that means you don't notice things. That's just how it is."

Was it? The kids didn't do many activities so there weren't exactly dance recitals and ball games to miss, but they had been supportive chaperoning dances and attending PTA meetings when needed. Well some of them. It had been a while since they had been to the school.

Maybe they weren't as attentive to their children as they could be. They were young but they had lives and friends and Danny was barely home these days anyway. When he was home, he was tired from partying all night or playing games with his friends. He was a teenage boy, they needed space and Danny was basically self sufficient. Jazz had been independent for quite a while herself.

Jack bit the inside of his cheek. How long had it been since they started thinking of their children that way?

It had been so long he didn't know.

"There had to be a mistake," Maddie started again. "Our boy wouldn't leave home like that, not without saying anything. You must not have understood what he wanted. He wouldn't go willingly." The anger returned and Phantom looked more defeated with each word.

"He did. Let me go.”

Back to that impossible request.

Jack shook his head. "Danny wouldn't be able to survive in the zone. He's human." Phantom smiled a grim smile.

"What if he wasn't? What if he was a ghost too?"

Jack didn't realize how tense his body had become until those words infected the air and he couldn't move a muscle. Maddie gasped, a horrid, choking sound.

"You monster. You... You killed my son?"

Green eyes widened and white hair whipped around as the hunters stared at him horrified.

It made sense. If Danny couldn't be brought here, had to be in the zone, wasn't safe in the human word-

No.

Phantom was telling the truth.

Danny Fenton was dead.

"Wait-"

The expression was back to blank. Some distance had been put back between them but why? Phantom should be overjoyed that it had put the hunters through so much pain. Maddie kneeled again wincing as blood dripped from the wound. The ghost watched flicking its eyes up and down between that stoic face and the injury. It didn't address it, likely put out by the previous response it got when it had suggested a hospital. The monster with a child’s face grimaced and attempted one more time to speak.

"It's not what you think-

It had nothing they wanted to hear. Maddie's fingers tightened around the knob and before the ghost could finish those useless words, she turned it high.

Phantom screamed for a very long time.

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hotdogdynamitezzz · 1 year

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I am sorry for this late feedback but something more important came up in personal life.

I truly agree with what you said that I will be going through a lot of personal transformations because I am. Everything that I used to believe in before, is slowly shattering down and it feels too sudden? I do want the good things for myself but the pace at which all these are happening, makes me distressed. I have started to keep less expectations from people/friends in general and this protects me from getting hurt. Also, yeah, i am charging ahead towards my goals in life , they are far now but i feel like i will be getting close to them soon. I am not the person that I used to be before and sometimes it shocks me but eventually i know that it will help me in the long run. I haven't been through a breakup, so i guess it means changing old patterns and coming out of them. Even though, i wanted something " lovey dovey" in my solar chart but i guess that's not important in my life right now.

Thank you so much for the reading, it was really helpful and insightful ✨

Hello! Omg don't apologize for the late feedback, I appreciate you even coming here to give me such personal thoughts and details. It was so honest I was really touched by what you've said. Touched as in I feel like crying with you cuz Ik how scary it is to have so many things breaking apart quickly and you don't feel ready :( and I wish I could give you a hug rn omg. It is super distressing and it sucks feeling like you have to change in order to be happy so you can protect yourself. That part really hit deep tbh, but I want you to know you don't have to stay guarded to protect your heart even though it feels like the only option rn. Staying true to yourself and keeping your peace protects your heart enough. I know you feel so shattered from everything you've gone through and it seems like you're going through a tower moment rn and seeking emotional shelter if that makes sense? Just something to keep your heart safe because you can't take anymore after everything you've gone through at once. It is overwhelming when this happens, it does feel as if you're breaking apart and no one can help. But those you've trusted and have stayed by your side during this you can always trust. Ik it can even be hard and draining to just talk to others when you go through these events and it seems neverending :( but it will come to an end and you will be able to keep your heart safe and your peace.

I'm not at all surprised you were hoping for a more lovey dovey year because honestly whenever I see a lot of change and turmoil present in charts I also hope they have a year filled with more love. Because that's when you really need it the most. So I'm hoping love does come your way this year and I'm wrong 🥺.

I think you will discover a lot of goals and be put on the path of what you're meant to do this year and that's beautiful. I'm happy that at least one good thing can be seen coming out of this year, it gives you strength and hope when you can see yourself getting close to them and that's sooo important for this development and painful growing stage in your life.

I'm seriously sending you so much love and hugs rn🫂🫂

This has been the most special feedback ever. This is totally unrelated but I had a really emotional dream last night and it was probably close to when this ask was sent because I woke up and fell back asleep around 5am my time and when I checked my tumblr this ask wasn't sent yet but when I woke up it was. The reason I bring this up is because I can't remember the dream exactly but it had to do with myself and this strange random man I've never seen before that turned on me and I felt really broken. He made me feel very threatened in a way? Like I couldn't turn to anyone for help. It had some fantasy elements to it as well but I can't really remember. It was a weird dream where he felt like the one for me but then all of a sudden turned on me and vanished. And for some reason in this dream others hated me too? I remember one part rn where I fell off a cliff and sunk into the water feeling unseen and suffocated? Basically I woke up wanting to cry because I felt so alone in this dream.

I just wanted to share that with you because I felt an emotional connection through this ask. I hope I'm not coming off as opportunistic or manipulative because I know some people say those things to take advantage of others. But genuinely that dream really struck me and it was such a similar feeling to your ask so I had to tell you about it.

I'm rooting for you and sending so much love and hugs🫂🫂💖💖💖💖💖 I'm really grateful for this special feedback, I wouldn't even call it feedback because it sounds so business-like and this feels way more meaningful. Sending you the best of luck to fight through this year and hopefully love will come your way.

(I'm also decorating this ask with the vibe I get from you and sending you beautiful angel numbers in the aesthetic that I feel for your current situation 💕 I'm seriously going to look back at this ask and think about it a lot. It's just a really meaningful ask for me)

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stuffnonsenseandotherthings · 4 months

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Watch It Or Drop It Challenge - Drama 3

Having successfully wrapped up my first watch of the challenge (and rather unceremoniously had my first drop of the challenge too), there's no time like the present to move on to the next drama on the list! I'm back at work this week which means stress levels are high and time feels scarce so I'm really hoping I get something that doesn't ask too much of me but which is engaging and fast paced enough to break through the "first week back" haze of tiredness and brain fog.

So, without further ado, let's spin the wheel and see what I get!

👨‍⚕️ Triage

Country: Thailand

Episodes: 13

Genres: BL, Thriller, Romance, Medical, Fantasy

Director: Aum Natthaphong Aroonnet

Screenwriter: Thanamat Talerngsuk, Duangsamon Thaokumlue

Summary: Third-year emergency medicine resident Tin has to cope with a deluge of different patients every day. Up until the eighteenth, that is. Tin's life is transformed when university student Tol's car is overturned, and he's rushed to the emergency room in serious condition. That night doesn't end when Tin fails to save Tol's life, though. When Tin next wakes, he finds himself in a time loop, a loop he won't be able to leave until he's altered Tol's fate.

Why It's On My Plan to Watch This:

So I watched Manner of Death a few months ago (at least I think it was a few months ago, my sense of time is not the best) and pretty much fell head over heels for it, so head over heals in fact that I wrote it (+ the few other QL dramas featuring older protagonists) a little appreciation post proclaiming my love. There's just something relatable (and also just quite nice in a media landscape that often promotes "forever love" as something purely within the realm of teens and early 20-somethings) about getting to watch 2 grown adults find each other and fit together all while navigating the challenges of being a working adult.

Anyway, safe to say Manner of Death secured a special place in my heart and, once I'd finished, I immediately found myself looking for similar dramas and Tumblr, boy did you deliver.

There were quite a few recommendations (most of which were added alongside Triage to my PTWL) but by far the most recommended was Triage itself, which made even more sense when I saw that it had the same director as MOD. Interest piqued, I went to have a look at it on MDL, read the summary, added it to my Plan To Watch List and then, full of excitement and joy and vim.... proceeded to successfully not watch it.

Yeah I kinda messed up there.

Prediction

Well, I did enjoy the director's previous work, I like hospital dramas quite a bit (*moves the shrine to Hospital Playlist out of frame*), it's got an older working lead which so far has been nothing but a plus, and, to add to all this, quite a few people have recommended it to me so..... I'm pretty sure this is right up my alley! True, I'm a little bit apprehensive about the Groundhog Day premise (it has historically introduced so slightly dodgy character/relationship dynamics that I'm not a fan of and there's always a risk that the drama will literally lose the plot) but you know what, I'm going to trust my gut and I'm going to trust the people and I'm going to watch it.

#thai bl #triage #watch it or drop it #watch it

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pizzahutchan124 · 8 months

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I gotta work on finding my voice

All too often I fear posting anything original on here out of fear of being mediocre. But being mediocre is the only way to learn how to be extraordinary. Its a catch 22. You fling shit at a wall until one of it sticks. Really, the worst thing to happen on this site is that its out in the happy little gapping hell of an abyss that is tumblr, with little to no traction made in terms of engagement.

Is engagement on here truly the worse thing possible? Maybe. It probably depends on what circle you're in or what sort of brand you want to show to the world. I remember the last time I got into a discourse with a user on here. We fought over how valid Jaspers character (from Steven Universe) was and then he blocked me after spouting ad hominems. YEA, that lil exchange was over 7/8 years ago, yet I faintly remember the bitter bile I felt afterward. It could've been worse. Im not sure how, nor do I really feel like extrapolating those possible scenarios. There are also blogs who blow up over night, then deactivate due to being overwhelmed with the nature of being popular. The only proof that they exist remains in the posts that circulate around this site.

I don't go looking for fights whenever I log on here. My time here is meant to explore spaces and interests that I otherwise wouldn't have the means or resources to. And its interesting see the different takes people have on here. But I need to be aware of not crossing certain territories online. As nice as it can be broadening your horizons, the online world will always emulate the real world, and the real world often harbors terrifying, odious entities who thinks very little of the humanity inside you. Some are passive, others are upfront in their rancidity. Most of all of them are selfish to their core.

With that being said, I want to leave the world better then it was when I came in. Preferably that would be through transformative works or creating some sort of content, but that requires actual forethought and planning. Its hard to mesh creative pursuits with the all too real necessities of eating and paying bills, but its one that I'm trying to navigate. So far I think I'm doing a better job then most. My support system is still strong and I'm lucky enough to be in a position where I can be anything that I choose. Freelancing's been tough, but the work I've been getting has been top notch. The world is a scary place right now, but I'm confident that I'm smart enough to rise up to the challenge and blaze through it with flying colors.

Whenever I want to make a post here, I want it to be an original take and not something I parroted from another user, while keeping a tone that says "I'm in control and I'm knowledgeable about this thing right here." Yet, I end up sitting on my laurels only for the moment to pass. I don't sit with myself like I use to. I mean, I do, but not like before. Its different. Its for me, instead of the world. I don't event know what I want to show to the world in terms of Original Content. If I wanted to reflect back to the world what it truly was, I'd be a terrifying, wonderful creature with many beautiful eyes and gnarled teeth. Sadly I am only human. I'm going to have to make do with petting my Blorbos and my precious furbaby until my next paycheck comes in.

#Sundae Stories #Rant

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 37

Shout out to @asongeverlasting for beta reading for me and making sure I actually got this out.

Check her writing out on AO3 as Ramblingwren

(Master post)

(Read the fic in a more condensed on Ao3)

(The latest chapter will be up on there once this reaches over 300 notes on tumblr)

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Simularé looked out over the city from the top of the school. Using her replicated powers, she took the form of Volpina so they'd be able to alter the illusion quickly should something pop out and accidentally reveal the true form of the school. Thankfully the sentimonster didn’t need to do much in order to maintain the illusion; Paris was a surprisingly quiet city.

As far as they could tell, no one in the city outside of the school had any idea what was going on. And that worked out perfectly for them.

“So, this is where Lila has you stationed,” a voice called out, resulting in the faux fox turning around. The figure behind them was a woman clad in dark blue, with blue skin and a feathery fan. She looked confident and the sentimonster instinctively felt that this individual was very much aware of what it was.

Mayura had quickly deduced it was the sentimonster as it was in Lila’s previous akuma form, Volpina. With Lila now Masquerade, it was unlikely she would choose to take such a form. She would likely want to stay in her new form to show it off.

“Do not be alarmed, Simularé, it is your creator. Mayura,” Mayura spoke again.

The shapeshifter leveled a sharp glare at the woman. What made her so certain of that?

“How do I know that is true?” Simularé questioned.

The villainess took a moment to examine the sentimonster. Mayura had to admit that this sentimonster was her finest work to date. The amount of emotion harnessed from Lila to create it made it far more unique, much less of a mindless creature than her previous creations. Amoks were created much like akuma were, locking on to intense emotions before sending off. But unlike akuma, amok can be shaped and tailored with enough focus. Simularé was a special case, as it was made from the conclave of emotions that Lila was experiencing during her breakdown. It had been quite difficult to focus on one specific feeling but Mayura had pushed through. Simularé was sculpted to be Lila’s ideal ally, but it was also so much more than a simple asset. This Amok embodied Lila’s core personality. Her cleverness, her cunning, her mistrust of others, her playfulness, her pride and so much more. To put it simply, this Sentimonster was Lila’s spirit given a new form.

“Trust me Simularé, you would be best not to ask that,” Mayura warned.

The sentimonster felt as if it was being talked down to and clearly did not approve of anyone talking to them in such a tone, save for its master. It charged at the peacock villainess, ready to make contact, But, before it could get close, Mayura stuck out her hand and pinched her fingers together, causing the sentimonster to feel as if some force was pulling its essence out. The pain it felt was indescribable! It felt as if its very being was being ripped out. Mayura was in range to sense the Amok and could easily remove it without difficulty, much like Hawkmoth could with an akuma. Though Mayura had a feeling that letting the Sentimonster know that keeping her out of range of the item was the key to its survival would not be wise. It was best in this moment to display power.

“Stop! Please!” Simularé begged. “I … I believe you! I will do whatever you ask, just please stop the pain!”

The villainess smiled, it seemed there was even more to this Sentimonster than Mayura had anticipated. It had a powerful sense of self preservation, something controlled sentimonsters didn’t seem to have. She took note of that.

“Good. Now, you are going to explain to me your master’s end goal and where Ladybug and Chat Noir are in the building.”

Simularé felt the grip that Mayura had on its essence and held back its burning resentment towards the blue bird villainess. She would behave. For now.

“Okay… I will tell you everything.”

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“Duck!” Ladyice called out as she had Ice Noir lower their bodies to avoid oncoming ice projectiles.

“Surprising that she's only attacking us with ice. She's Stormy weather. You'd think she would be attacking with more, maybe some rain or like a vol....” Ice Noir commented.

“Don't talk about that! Do not give her any ideas!”

The two had skated out of the room and made their way through the now icy hallway while Stormy Weather gave chase.

“I was just saying it seems weird how...mediocre her attacks are.

“It’s like we saw before, the akuma servants are like robots, they can’t react quickly so changing up her powers is likely just as much of a problem. She's probably not as dangerous as we initially thought.”

“So maybe we should face this problem head on now that we aren’t cornered?”

Ice Noir changed direction and began skating towards the umbrella-wielding akuma.

Stormy Weather noticed the approaching cat and raised her umbrella, creating a mighty gale to blow him back and ending him flying past Ladyice to the end of the hallway.

“She can use her other powers… can confirm,” Ice noir commented as he got off the wall, still dazed.

Ladyice skated up to the dazed cat and helped stabilize him. Despite seeming like a wasted effort, the cat’s brash antics actually inspired Ladyice with a way to take her out.

“I just figured out how we can stop her, think you can give her one last charge for me?”

“Why Bugaboo, asking me to rush headfirst into danger? How heartless.” He feigned hurt.

Ladybug rolled her eyes.

“Silly Kitty. Just be ready to hang in there when she blasts you with wind. Don’t get blown back this time.”

“Got it.”

Ice Noir quickly skated across the ice as he drew his weapon. He was ready for her this time.

“Hey breezy weezy! The weather today was supposed to be sunny with a 20% chance of raining Cats and Dogs!” Ice Noir called out, clearly happy with his lame joke.

Stormy Weather saw the cat approaching once again and prepared to send another wind blast at him.

But the cat was prepared this time around and extended his staff to anchor himself to the walls on either side.

“Nice try!” Ice Noir snarked. “But a small little puff of wind won't blow me back again.”

The storm akuma decided instead of creating just another wind blast, she was going to step it up with a cyclone attack! A powerful tornado tunnel would surely blast the cat down for good.

“We were wrong! She can amp up the power too!” Ice Noir exclaimed as he held onto his staff with all his might while his body was being blown back by the massive winds. “This was not well thought out!”

He focused on digging his claws into his staff and doing his best to remain in the wind tunnel. The powerful winds blew into his face and he could see Stormy Weather slowly approaching.

“I don’t think I can hold on much longer, Ladyice!”

He felt his grip slipping. Any second now, he was going to get blown back.

“Don’t worry, Kitty. I got this.”

Stormy Weather didn’t get a chance to react when she felt something tackle her full force and rush her into the wall on the opposite end of the hallway.

The wind died down and Ice Noir was able to land on his skates. He released his grip on his staff and fixed his windblown hair to resemble its original state before quickly skating down the hall to help his partner.

“Nice job, Ladyice.”

The red-clad heroine stood up from her grapple with the storm akuma.

“Actually…”

Ice Noir looked up to see that his partner had shifted power ups. Her skates and ice skater aesthetic were replaced with a suit that had red spacesuit-like plating, a jetpack with retractable wings with red and light blue colors that matches her helmet.

She had changed into her space form, Cosmobug.

“Space power up! Because you can fly through the wind! Genius!”

Cosmobug smiled.

“Well, Stormy Weather is dazed but probably not for long.”

The two heroes noticed her about to grab her umbrella, but Chat Noir’s cat-like reflexes helped him snatch it first.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Ice Noir broke the umbrella over his knee.

“I don’t think she will be as mobile without her powers.”

Stormy Weather tried to stand but slipped on the icy floor she had created.

“Let’s just make our way to the boss,” Cosmobug said. She used the jet on her back to swoop up Ice Noir and fly slowly down the icy hall.

“Just like you to sweep me off my feet. But don’t think I will be a smitten kitten like usual.”

“Oh? Is that so?” The bug heroine raised an eyebrow. “It’s hard to imagine that you haven’t been dreaming about this scenario.”

“It helps that you aren’t riding a horse with the wind blowing in your hair,” Chat Noir joked back, catching Ladybug’s teasing.

Cosmobug quickly moved them to a part of the hall where there was no ice. Both undid their potion transformations, reverting back to their usual hero forms.

“Not keeping the jetpack?” Chat Noir asked. “It is really cool.”

“The room halls are pretty limited, and there's not much mobility, otherwise I might have,” Ladybug confessed.

The two heroes took a moment to catch their breaths and figure out their surroundings.

“We should thank Stormy Weather.”

The cat looked at his partner skeptically, remembering how a few minutes ago, the wind had nearly sent him flying through a brick wall.

“What makes you say that?”

“Lila probably had Stormy Weather out and about to flush out other people in the school and make sure the area was difficult to traverse. She likely sent out a bunch of other akuma to do the same, which means her forces are scattered and we have a better shot of dealing with her with fewer obstacles.”

Chat Noir nodded. He would not have deduced such a thing from one encounter with a weather akuma.

“Good to know, so the plan is to locate her and save the day.”

“No need to figure out where she is, I already have a good idea where she should be.”

Chat Noir noticed Ladybug had already started moving. He quickly followed behind, though he didn’t need an explanation this time. He already knew where Ladybug was heading — to his homeroom class, but he couldn’t say that without revealing what he knew.

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‘This was a ridiculous decision.’

That was the thought running through Chloé’s mind as she ran for her life from a large group of Reflekta clones.

The two or three she had run into early were easy to avoid, but now it seemed like a horde of those tacky clones. And all of the ice that surrounded certain hallways made it impossible to traverse. She was limited in her running space and she was running out. But what made it all worse was that now those Reflekta copies had adjusted to running.

“HOW CAN YOU RUN IN THOSE HEELS!?” Chloé screamed as she ran down the hall.

She just had to try and be a hero. Why was she even doing this? The assistant probably got turned into one of those gross clones or got masked like those other students. She could have just sat back and just waited for Ladybug and Chat noir to find her or let them handle it.

“You can’t run forever” The crowd of clones sang in Rather impressive and creepy harmony.

Chloé took a turn down the hall and went into the door of the nearest room.

She closed the door and locked it before smelling the musty wet air.

“What the… EWW!” She spat in disgust as she realized she had locked herself in a janitor’s closet.

“Why did it have to be in such a gross smelly room?” she moaned.

Unfortunately, her comments caught the attention of the crowd chasing her.

She heard banging on the door.

“You can’t hide, we will find.”

Chloe put her back to the door to keep them out and felt herself slide down it in despair.

Was this how it was going to end? Getting turned into one of those fashion nightmares after hiding out in such a rank smelling closet? She didn’t even save… wait. She did save someone. She saved that old man. It hadn't been glamorous, but she did manage to save at least one person.

“I guess I did do something good after all. May not have been exceptional… but it was something.” Chloé smiled for a brief moment.

She took a moment to look at the positives, Ladybug and Chat Noir would likely come in and save the day, plus there were those other two heroes. Perhaps that would be enough. But she had to admit, finding solace in that was getting harder to do when the smell of the closet was destroying her nostrils. Just then, she remembered she had some nice perfume in her bag that she could spray to alleviate the smell.

“Well, at least I won’t smell awful when they capture me.”

She put her hand in her bag and felt around for her perfume. As she searched, she felt an unfamiliar object in her designer handbag. She pulled it out.

“What is this?”

She noticed a note on top of it. It was a bit dark to read so she pulled out her phone and turned on her flashlight.

“Return to Ladybug after mission?”

Chloé’s eyes went wide. Could this be what she thought it was? How was it possible? She didn’t have time to question it.

She opened the box and out came a floating bee creature, who Chloé recognized right away. It was real.

“Pollen!” Chloé exclaimed with cheer.

“It has been a while, my queen.” the bee kwami said.

Chloé would have loved to revel in this moment more but she knew that door was going to burst open any minute. She needed to be the bee heroine.

“As much as I would love to talk more, we need to hurry. We have some akuma clones that need bashing.”

“Right away, my queen!”

Chloe put the bee miraculous in her hair.

“Pollen, Buzz on!”

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“It is a good thing there are so many copies,” Ryuuko stated as she leaped over a few Reflekta copies.

Viperion swerved and dodged the replicas of his sister’s akumatized form while avoiding getting caught in the bubbles that froze them and floated them up in the air.

Deadzone had been doing a lot of friendly fire thanks to its single minded obsession.

“After this, I really hope I never have to see my sister take this form again,” Viperion commented.

“Right, Adrien mentioned that you were Juleka’s brother. Older brother, right?”

“Older twin brother. But yes.”

“Really? You seem older.”

“I am a grade ahead of her, but we are the same age,” he explained.

“Could have sworn you were at least a year or two older.”

“A lot of people think the same thing. Even my mom forgets, sometimes. Rose, my sister’s girlfriend, says I radiate ‘big brother energy’ or something.”

“You learn something new.”

“What about you? Any siblings?”

“Sadly no. I was an only child.”

“Too bad, I think you would have made a great older sister,” Viperion encouraged

“A snake charmer, are we?”

“Well I am the snake, and I am not charming myself, so I think the more correct term would be dragon charmer.”

“Change that to fun killer because you killed my fun right there.”

Before Viperion could retort, they had made their way down to the end of the hall and noticed that it was frozen off.

“Dead end,” they say at the same time.

“No, Deadzone.”

The two turn to see the deadly akuma amalgamation pointing its blaster at them.

The two heroes looked at the deadly akuma.

“Any ideas?” Ryuuko questioned.

“Just one.”

Viperion moved his hand to his bracelet.

“Second chance!” Viperion activated his power.

“Now we have some options.” Viperion explained.

The akuma fired a bubble blast at Ryuuko, and she was frozen.

“Second chance!”

Things reset to how they were a few seconds before. Viperion grabbed Ryuuko and pulled her out of the way of the oncoming bubble blast.

“Thanks. For a minute there, I thought that thing had me.”

“It did, but I used my power to stop that. we still have to get out of here.”

“Look out!”

Ryuuko got hit with another bubble as they got up, protecting him from an attack.

“This might take a few attempts…”

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Hawkmoth paced inside his lair.

Mayura was out there, his son was out there… and things were not going the way he planned. Masquerade seems to be building a base for herself and was more concerned with that than getting the miraculous. Adrien is MIA, and Mayura isn’t responding.

“I might need to step in. But there is a lot of risk in this. Far too many variables that I can't account for”

Hawkmoth never liked leaving his lair. It had too many risks to it. After Heroes' Day, he had nearly been exposed. And after that fiasco in Shanghai he didn’t want to risk getting taken out by his own akuma. He had already taken plenty of risks that had blown up in his face. Would this be another one of those times he would need to risk his miraculous?

“But it could also be just what is needed to beat Ladybug and Chat Noir once and for all.”

With an akuma this powerful, the two would likely have to use their special powers multiple times. If he can just locate them and wait for them to do so, he could potentially gain the advantage. Maybe Mayura was on to something with her actions.

Hawkmoth walked to the window.

“There will be a right time. I just need to wait for it.”

He felt an itch in the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure what it was but he could tell one thing, something big was going to go down, and he needed to figure out the right call soon or it could cost him dearly.

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“…And that’s her plan.” Simularé finished. “As for Ladybug and Chat Noir… I am unsure. I lost track of them before I was given a new assignment. But they are in the building and they have not tried to leave.”

Mayura smiled at the information. While it was quite unfortunate that she didn’t have the exact location of the two heroes, it was good to know that they were still in the building, and Lila’s plan was certainly something interesting.

“Indeed, that is quite a clever plan. Ensuring everyone in the school couldn’t escape was pretty smart. You likely had a few escapes anyway, with how clumsy some of the akuma were. You are fortunate that neither one was Ladybug or Chat Noir. Still, though, it isn’t your master’s fault for that. They are basically mindless puppets. But then again, it seems that there might be zero escapes since there seems to be no new reports on the subject of a school takeover.”

Simularé let the peacock villainess muse, analyzing her movements as if trying to figure out any advantage it could handle.

“So, the next step now that all communications are cut is to send out a message that Ladybug and Chat Noir have already been defeated, so as to cause massive despair in order to create even more minions. Sounds a bit derivative, don’t you think?” Mayura mused.

Simularé said nothing. It held its tongue. Deep down, it knew that starting any dispute with this peacock was not wise. Especially given that crazy power she had over their being.

“Still, it is quite a plan. And with all those extra akuma recruited and Ladybug and Chat noir cut off from their guardian, they wouldn’t be able to get any sort of back up. They wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight before all of Paris is under Masquerade’s thumb. I approve of the plan.”

“I am glad you do,” Simularé stated with a forced smile.

Their conversation was cut short when an akuma appeared. Seeing one it did not recognize, the artist akuma prepared to fight. But thankfully the shapeshifting sentimonster stepped in.

“Stand down Evillustrator, this one is not our enemy,” Simularé ordered.

Evillustrator eased and walked over.

“Masquerade has ordered that we start reinforcing the building. She wants this place to be like a fortress,” he parroted.

Mayura looked at the artist.

A fortress? Yes, Simularé mentioned that Masquerade wanted to reinforce the school so that she could ensure Ladybug and ChatNoir would have less chance of escape.

Simularé nodded at the akuma servant.

“Alright, so she wants us to drop the illusion, then?”

“She wants the place to be like a fortress.”

“Go ahead and start,” Simularé motioned. She figured that her master likely didn’t care about the illusion much as she was prepared for stage two. But she would maintain it for a bit.

The akuma moved to the end of the roof and begins working to reinforce the walls

Mayura began moving to the door of the roof to get back down into the school.

“Tell your boss I will be heading to her, and she best be welcoming,” Mayura ordered.

“As you command,” Simularé replied, hiding a large amount of anger and resentment towards the blue bird.

As soon as the blue peacock is out of sight.

Simularé contacts its master.

“Simularé, what is going on? Did Evilustrator reach you?”

“Yes. He is working to make this place a fortress. You want me to maintain the illusion, right?”

“I am about to go public shortly. After I make the announcement. Drop the illusion and make sure this place is a full-on fortress. After that is done, report back to me.

“Yes master. By the way, I had an idea.”

“Oh?”

Simularé smiled sinisterly. She was going to show Peacock why she was sorely mistaken.

“I will report the details to you shortly.”

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“Everything is set up,” Robostus noted.

“Excellent. Let’s do it now.”

The Reflekta camera crew was all set, and Gamer had set it up so the moment they went live, every screen in Paris would show Masquerade.

Masquerade got off her call with Simularé. Something seemed a bit off with her sentimonster but she was intrigued that she had a plan.

“We are live in 5….4…3….2…” the gamer stated before pressing the go live button.

Masquerade smiled.

“Good afternoon, citizens of Paris. You may not know who I am, but don’t worry! You will be very familiar with me very soon. I am Masquerade, and I have decided to make Paris my personal kingdom.”

She paused to let that sink in.

“Now you are likely very alarmed by this declaration and that is normal. It will only be a matter of time before I spread my influence to everyone in Paris.”

She paused to let her words hang in the air before continuing.

“Do not be afraid, I am no monster. I plan on being a fair leader. All I ask is for your undying admiration and absolute loyalty. After that, you are free to live your lives as you normally would. Do not resist and you will have no problems. However, if you do… well, I can’t guarantee your safety.”

Masquerade took a calm breath before finishing.

“This last message goes out to the heroes of Paris, Ladybug and Chat Noir. I know you are here, I know you believe you will stop me, and I know you have allies here. But you will fall to me. Your days of superheroing have come to an end, your miraculous will be taken from you, and I will expose you as the failures you are,” Masquerade finished with venom.

She ended the transmission.

“Now make sure that it is being looped,” she ordered.

“Already is,” Gamer confirmed. “And panic is starting to rise.”

Masquerade smiled. Her plan was already working.

It may have seemed like a simple ego boost, but that speech of hers was a crucial part of her plan. Her charm bracelet could hyper focus on anyone that was akumatized in the past and have their biggest insecurities exposed. But that one by one process took far too long, if the hope of the entire populace of Paris was already demoralized. Then all she needed to do was send out her masks and let them take hold. And all she needed to do was go out there and send the masks.

She could already feel massive amounts of negative emotion from outside of the school. As soon as she headed out of the school, she could easily go and get more akuma soldiers. She could feel her bracelet trembling with all the potential additions.

She was prepared to leave, activating one of the charms to give her black angel wings, but something she remembered caused her to stop.

“Simularé I am moving to phase two of my plan. Get down here.”

It only took a few seconds for the sentimonster to jump from the roof and knock on the window.

One for the Reflekta copies opened the large window to let in what appeared to be Dark Cupid, before it shifted into the phantasm form that was its base.

“Right on cue. So, what is this plan you wanted to suggest?” Masquerade inquired. “And be sure it is not a waste of my time.”

“What if I told you I could get you a Miraculous?”

The sentimonster could feel that Masquerade was very pleased with that idea.

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37 attempts.

It took thirty-seven resets before Viperion figured out what they needed to do.

“Ryuuko, follow my directions exactly,” Viperion instructed. “I know how to win.”

He quickly pulled her towards him to make sure she dodged the first bubble.

The akuma was surprised by the avoidance.

Viperion smiled.

“Your next line is, ‘How did you know I was going to blast at her?'” Viperion stated confidently.

“How did you know I was going to blast at her?” Deadzone parroted in shock before realizing they had said exactly what Viperion had said they would say.

The dragon heroine looked at the determined expression of the snake. She could see experience and certainty in his posture. All her years of fencing taught Kagami the art of reading body language, and the hero in front of her was someone that exuded an aura of confidence. She knew she could trust him.

“Alright, Sassy Snake, I will let you take the reins.” Ryuuko responded.

“Jump to the left in 2 seconds and start running.”

Ryuuko followed the instructions and sure enough avoided yet another bubble attack from Deadzone.

“Head to their left and bounce off the locker at the end.”

Ryuuko dashed past the akuma and jumped as Viperion instructed, perfectly avoiding the barrage of blasts sent her way. Viperion had perfectly mirrored her motion as he explained the next steps.

“Now somersault twice and draw your sword.”

Ryuuko somersaulted as Viperion leaped over her and the dragon turned to draw her sword, now on the other side of the hall.

“Now as soon as it fires a bubble at you, activate your wind! No matter what! I believe in you Ryuuko.”

The last words seemed a bit strange to the fencer. What did he mean by that?

“Will you shut up!?” Deadzone shouted before sending a bubble at Viperion.

“For my final glimpse into the future, you will say, ‘Not so tough now are ya?'”

The bubble contacted Viperion.

“Viperion!” Ryuuko cried out.

The bubble enveloped the snake and floated to the ceiling, taking his frozen form along with it.

“No…” Ryuuko muttered. She looked down in sorrow.

I failed to protect him. He ended up protecting me. He had been backing me up to make sure I wouldn’t do anything reckless.

Ryuuko felt her mind flashback to a few days ago which now seemed almost like it happened a year ago. They had made such a good team back then and now… they get a chance to be heroes again and she couldn’t cover him like he did her.

“Ha, not so tough now are ya?” Deadzone stated with confidence.

Ryuuko’s ears perked up at the statement. That was the line Viperion predicted they would say. That means… Viperion knew this would happen! Which meant his previous statement was to show he planned this. She knew what to do.

Deadzone turned its attention to Ryuuko.

“Don’t worry, you will join him shortly.”

Deadzone fired another bubble right at her, but this time Ryuuko wasn’t moving. She was at the perfect distance to do what she needed to do.

Ryuuko smiled.

“Wind dragon!”

The dragon-themed heroine turned into a cloud and blew the bubble right back at the akuma.

“What!”

The bubble encapsulated the akuma, causing it to freeze in place and then float to the ceiling.

Ryuuko returned to her original form and smiled, seeing how they had finally incapacitated the akuma.

“We did it, Viperion. We took them down. I'm sorry it cost you so much… I won't let you down!”

She raised her blade, upon realizing that her partner was indeed trapped in a bubble.

“Wait a minute…”

Ryuuko walked underneath Viperion’s bubble. She wasn’t entirely sure if this would work, since akuma magic was weird and often unpredictable, but it would make a lot of sense if it did.

“It is a bubble, so this should work right?” Ryuuko questioned as she used the tip of her sword to touch the bubble. She pushed it forward a bit causing the bubble to pop.

Her partner dropped to the floor.

“Ugh… my head.”

“You’re okay!”

Ryuuko hugged her friend, but then realized her sudden action and quickly jumped back up. A bit flustered, she could swear Marinette was rubbing off on her.

“I am glad you are alright, friend. You had me concerned — slightly,” Ryuuko corrected herself.

Viperion was surprised by the quick motions but managed to steady himself.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. But make it quick, we will need to get a move on.”

“Okay… Who am I?”

Ryuuko froze at the question. She could see the confusion on his face. He was completely serious.

“Oh… that is not good at all.”

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Masquerade is on phase two of her plan and Simularé is starting to make waves.

Who will get to the akuma first, Mayura or our heroes.

What will happen to Viperion now that his memory is gone?

Will Queen bee be the right choice?

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literally just another giant post of Bakugou faces.

so I did this last year, but I only got up to chapter 120 before I ran out of steam. happily, though, this left me with an additional 190 chapters’ worth of glorious gremlin faces to choose from for this year’s edition! which I figure I had better do, before tumblr finally pulls the plug on my poor sweet image limit.

so without further ado, happy birthday to Kacchan, and happy birthday to Kacchan’s asymmetrical HAH face where his eyes do the thing like ( ◣益◢).

why I like it: so this is from Kirishima’s flashback in chapter 133, where Kirishima was getting all down on himself because his quirk Only Does One Thing, and Kacchan was all “nah bro don’t worry about it because your One Thing is totally fucking rad, and you’re strong enough to withstand anything.” so that of course was incredibly sweet, and one of the few times we’ve seen him give an actual heartfelt pep talk without so much as a single insult thrown into the mix. but what really puts this scene over the top for me is the fact that you can see the ever-so-subtle hints of guilt and regret when he talks about All Might and Kamino. for just a moment, he gets this distant look in his eyes, and his expression turns soft and contemplative. basically this is a rare collector’s edition Kacchan face you will not find in many other places.

why I like it: because this frankly needs to happen in every damn fight until this kid finally gets it through his thick skull to ditch the mask so we can see every fantastic facial expression in full 4k glory. work with me here please Kacchan.

why I like it: because character growth!! this was our first big moment of post-DvK2 Kacchan development, and the payoff was well worth the wait. it only took him 166 chapters to realize that it’s hard to grow as a person if you’re determined to be a humongous dick to every single person you meet!! lmao, but it’s progress though.

why I like it: these two panels are criminally underrated. the way his face transforms when Deku gets the answer wrong dlkjfldk. this is easily one of the funniest subtle gags in the entire series.

why I like it: “hey Bakugou do you want to play in our band?” “fuck you, no.” “pretty please.” “fine, but I refuse to call it a band.” “well then what do you want to call it -- ” “MURDER.”

why I like it: GONNA MURDER EVERYONE BY PLAYING THE DRUMS!!!! SOMEHOW WE’VE SUCCESSFULLY COMPARTMENTALIZED THIS SCHOOL-SANCTIONED DISPLAY OF PERFORMING ARTS AS A DEATH MATCH. OH TO UNDERSTAND THE INNER WORKINGS OF THIS YOUNG MAN’S MIND.

why I like it: hah?! I love how he has to tilt his neck all the way back every single time he does this. he’s so cute I love him so much.

why I like it: somewhere around this point in the manga Kacchan decided to do away with being handsome and decided to just be a full-time gremlin in every single panel. this persisted for the next 90 chapters or so and he was very dedicated. I’m pretty sure he was going for vulgar and intimidating, but unfortunately for him he’s too inherently adorable and so the end result is just endearing and almost charming in its own way.

why I like it: this was from chapter 194 when Aizawa was announcing that they’d have a special guest for the Joint Training arc, and so Kacchan was all “BOY OH BOY A NEW ASS TO KICK.”

why I like it: more character development! and just look at that confidence! he’s fully recovered from his low point after Kamino and the provisional exam. he knows what he’s about now, and he is THRIVING. and once again you can see how his conviction inspires the people around him and makes them more determined. just, he is going to be such a good number one hero you guys.

why I like it: it’s the three little “!!!” lines hovering in the corner next to his head for me. “oh my god it’s All Might, All Might saw me being cool and Saving To Win and stuff, what’s he gonna say what do I do omg quick act natural.”

why I like it: QUICK HIDE YOUR FEELINGS!! WE CAN’T LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE. fjkdlsjklk

why I like it: this is his expression when he first sees Deku activate Blackwhip for the first time. it’s one of the few unguarded expressions of complete surprise that we’ve gotten from him and I love it thank you.

why I like it: classic asymmetrical HAH face. he truly has perfected this look. look at him, casually clinging to a pole for no reason other than to look dynamic. this boy truly cannot sit or stand or walk or do anything normally. he spent three months working his ass off to catch up to Deku and the others, and now that he finally has he’s filled with so much pent-up energy that he simply cannot hold it back anymore and he’s gotta climb a pole. he’s just gotta.

why I like it: because he is so fucking good at saving people now you guys, he’s like a whole-ass professional and shit, and yet it hasn’t changed who he is one single iota. he will save your life and he will SCREAM AT YOU WHILE DOING IT and you’ll sit there and be grateful goddammit.

why I like it: o noo he was caught unawares. All Might was all “I’m gonna have a dad moment and nobody can stop me” and he walked right up to him and put his hand on his head because he’s All Might and so what is he even gonna do about it. nothing, that’s what. you got played, Kacchan. outmaneuvered and outfoxed. all he can do is stand there and make that grumpy face he makes when he’s receiving unwanted affection (҂⌣̀_⌣́).

why I like it: more unwanted affection. now they’re even feeding him ffs. how could he let this happen. mm chicken.

why I like it: GREATEST ASYMETRICAL HAH?! FACE OF ALL TIME. out of all the people to befriend him against his will, Todoroki is by far the most confusing to him and it’s just so great.

why I like it: this is when Hawks is staring at him in chapter 244 because he fake-killed his mentor and stuff and he feels sorta guilty about it. but meanwhile Kacchan just thinks he’s trying to start some shit, and so he’s all “I WAS FASTER THAN YOU BACK THERE YOU KNOW” and Hawks is all “hahaha okay little buddy you just keep telling yourself that”, because as previously discussed Kacchan is too adorable to ever be intimidating.

why I like it: this is from 246 when he’s in the middle of arguing with Burnin’ and all of a sudden Endeavor calls to him and he’s just like o shit what’d I do.

why I like it: because Endeavor’s mentoring them and shit and he’s just casually sitting there eating his lunch like yeah. with his lil hamster cheeks lulz.

why I like it: the look that instantly became iconic. this panel cured me of the misconception that Bakugou “goes to bed at 8:30pm” Katsuki was a morning person. the truth is he loathes all times of the day equally.

why I like it: this one is a team effort because Deku’s faces are equally as good. I’m genuinely shocked that this family dinner with the Todorokis didn’t prematurely unlock Danger Sense. you can tell that he and Deku have a silent agreement to call a temporary truce on their rivalry for as long as they sit at this table as outsiders in this strange land. this is by far the most hazardous meal Bakugou has ever experienced, and yet the mapo tofu is too good to go to waste, so he’s just shoveling it down his throat trying to finish as much as possible before shit inevitably hits the fan.

why I like it: Kacchan is New Here so he doesn’t yet realize that if the Todorokis are spilling family secrets, there is always inevitably going to be someone listening in the shadows just outside the door.

why I like it: the battle with Ending was probably peak gremlin!Kacchan. like, we’ve had gremlin before and afterwards, but never quite to this same degree. Horikoshi really decided to push the limits of contorting this child’s face in the strangest ways.

why I like it: peak. gremlin.

why I like it: nothing to see here, just Kacchan quietly realizing after 252 chapters that he MIGHT have been just a BIT of a cartoonishly villainous asshole to Deku back at the beginning there ha ha ha oh god oh fuck.

why I like it: because he found the answer to What It Is That He Lacks, and he’s all cool and calm and infuriatingly secretive about it. it’s such a sudden and stark contrast to the gremlin faces he was making only moments earlier, and it makes this moment hit home that much more.

why I like it: because this is him being friends with Deku!! like for real though!! because he’s fucking around and insulting him and making weird faces and stuff, but it’s because in his mind That’s What Friends Do. they clown on each other and help each other train and shit. half an hour after this they’ll go down to the training gym and play Catch-A-Kacchan, and then he’ll quietly confess to All Might that he wants to atone. he may be a gremlin, but he’s a gremlin with layers goddammit.

why I like it: because this is right after TomurAFO shows up out of nowhere and scares the shit out of him and Deku and makes them see a terrifying death vision and stuff, and you can see how shaken up he is by it. he definitely understands how close they came to dying just then and he’s sobered the fuck up. this is the moment when it really sinks in that shit has gotten real. eight minutes from now he’ll move without thinking and save Deku’s life.

why I like it: hydro homies. nothing restores those electrolytes like good old Raquaius Sports Drink.

why I like it: because this panel was when it started to become clear that the real reason he grabbed this sports drink was to pretend like he was busy so he could act like he wasn’t interested in Deku’s training because god forbid the neighbors know that he actually cares.

why I like it: because the sideways glance!! and the fact that he doesn’t deny it!! in fact he does the opposite of denying it, and he basically starts pouring his heart out about how goddamn worried he actually is. he’s guilty and anxious and restless and this entire conversation is amazing.

why I like it: he looks so goddamn young here. when he finally stops scrunching up his face and putting on his usual tough guy act and for once allows his actual emotions to show on his face instead, the result is so damn striking. for once we got an entire conversation with no gremlin faces, because Horikoshi had to drop them completely in order to show just how serious he is here. which was incredibly effective btw.

why I like it: because he’s basically just fidgeting with the bottle now to avoid making eye contact with All Might because he just revealed a deep dark secret to him and he’s precariously vulnerable right now. that’s the body language of a kid who knows how badly he fucked up, and just wants to hear from someone else if it’s going to be okay, if he can still make it okay. he looks so small here.

why I like it: the worry lines under his eyes. the look of uncertainty and wanting to believe that what All Might says is true (“you’ll get a chance to talk eventually”). the hesitance to turn back and look at him, and the way he doesn’t dare until he finally gets that small bit of reassurance. All Might isn’t judging him. All Might understands him and understands where he’s coming from, and he’s giving him his blessing. he’s giving him a thumbs up and reassuring him that he sees the change in him and sees that he’s sincerely trying, and basically saying that he has faith that he and Deku will be able to work it out. and you can see that it means a lot.

why I like it: because this kid spent his entire internship with Jeanist doing nothing but bitching nonstop, and then later on when Jeanist went missing he was all tight-lipped about it because once again NOBODY CAN KNOW THAT WE CARE GODDAMMIT, and it was all very Classic Bakugou. but then Jeanist finally shows up again at Jakku, and we get this little moment of happy, smirky FUCK YEAH, I KNEW YOU WEREN’T DEAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, and it’s just the best.

why I like it: HE’S SO UNABASHEDLY PROUD GOD BLESS HIM.

why I like it: because he nearly died and then he woke up here in the hospital two days later not knowing where anybody else is or whether they’re even still alive, and this, my friends. this is finally the moment. the moment where he was all FUCK IT, MAYBE WE CAN LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE AFTER ALL. character fucking development. you love to see it.

BONUS:

WHAT HAVE I BECOME, MY SWEETEST FRIEND. EVERYONE I KNOW GOES AWAY IN THE END.

happy birthday Katsuki. feel better sweetie. HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER TREAT HIM RIGHT I AM COUNTING ON YOU.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bakugou meta #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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Ruin and Rebirth - Chapter 1

Ruin and Rebirth

Chapter 2

Inspired by @jumpingjoy82 on Tumblr. Thank you for the amazing prologue.

I don’t own the characters, only the plot. Miraculous and Justice League belong to their respective creators

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"It's okay Marinette. Everything is going to be fine. You’re too young to understand, but it was for the greater good."

To young.

TO YOUNG!

It was all the Justice League's fault. If they kept their incompetent asses out of Paris, none of this would have happened.

Apparently, they just spontaneously decided to go through the Watchtower’s recycling bin, and what they found astonished them. Years upon years worth of pleas for help from Paris.

They decide to finally investigate, and it just so happens that it was during an Akuma Attack, and they threw everything the Parisian heroes were telling them out of the window, wanting to do things their own way.

Superman was one of the ones there.

And they learned just how far the Miracle Cure could go.

He decided to use his super strength and threw a car at the akumatized victim, who moved out of the way at the last minute, so the car sailed right through the Tom & Sabine Bakery, promptly, catching on fire, giving no time for the people inside to get out. No one got out alive.

Ladybug froze for a moment, before fighting with more determination than before, knowing that the Miracle Cure would bring them back.

She was wrong, which brings us back to this point.

"I don't give a damn about you so-called 'greater good' and now you’re telling me, that I'm too young to understand, but am I too young to experience it? Too young to actually see everything and everyone I love torn from me because of these heroes?! Why the hell are they here now? Where were they when this first started? What changed? And now, because of them, my entire family is dead!"

After that everything was hazy, but she knew, she hated superheroes.

They never knew when to stop, and just like Chat Noir, they expected to be praised for whatever happens, no matter if there were casualties or not.

The world would be better off without them.

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The sun has long since set over Paris. The fires were still burning in some parts of town. For the first time since Ladybug first appeared, the citizens of Paris felt true fear. It was ironic. They didn’t fear the akuma. They feared the heroes that came to their rescue. For the first time in four years, the casualties were piling up. And the akuma was responsible for none.

True, many of them initially asked for it. With each fight, Ladybug and Chat Noir were taking longer. It’s been obvious for some time that they were slowly being worn out. Some media started to criticize the duo, question their skills, age, their right to act in Paris. They weren’t part of the UN Justice League Charter. Their only real authority came from the trust of the citizens themselves. And that trust was lost. The civilian pleas to the Justice League increased in number and frequency. Under public pressure, the mayor had no choice but to issue an official plea for help.

But then, then… the heroes came.

In retrospection, almost everyone would agree that it was a mistake. Justice League was not used to fighting magical threats. They weren’t practiced in dealing with possessed villains. They didn’t understand. And they treated Ladybug and Chat Noir worse than sidekicks.

That flying chicken even dared to wrap Chat Noir in a metal bar so he wouldn’t get in the way.

Ladybug… tried her best. She allowed herself to trust the new heroes. She stopped saving every civilian from the rubble. She focused on the akuma. If heroes didn’t bother with the lives, it must’ve meant they trusted her cure, right?

WRONG

They were like a tank, riding through the city with a singular goal in mind.

It didn’t help that they deemed the akuma a “world-level threat”. Yeah, right. Stormy Weather was powerful, but the damage could’ve been repaired.

Or so she thought.

The volcanos, the tsunami, the tornadoes, the earthquakes? Those were fixed. The rubble caused by them was put back in place and those who suffered under them were better than new.

But not the damage caused by the heroes.

Not the bakery.

There was no magic in what happened. There was nothing to reverse. Those were human actions. For the first time perhaps, the people could see how much of the damage caused by the fight was the fault of heroes. How many deaths they caused. That is if they admitted, before themselves at least, that it was their fault.

And yet, the so-called ‘heroes’ dared to lecture her about responsibility. About the sacrifice of few for the lives of many. About the innocence of young.

She ran away. She managed to dodge them and vanish. Meld with the crowd when there were no cameras in sight and she was sure they couldn’t track her.

Now, Ladybug stood alone on the top of the Eiffel tower, with her yo-yo communicator in her hand. She sent the message fifteen minutes ago. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but at this point, she no longer cared. There was nothing more for her.

“He thought this was a trap.” A voice spoke from behind her. Ladybug twisted immediately, taking a guarded stance. She was still avoiding the Justice League after all. Before her stood… someone. She suspected it was an Akuma. The woman had pale skin and wore a black dress, black gloves, and a black veil over her face.

“It isn’t. I’m alone. The city suffered enough as it is today. I suffered enough.” Ladybug’s voice cracked slightly.

“I see…” The akuma pursed her lips. For a moment, a purple butterfly appeared over her face before the woman nodded. “Fine. Give me your miraculous and I will take you to him.”

“That isn’t going to work and you know it. You would just leave me stuck here. I’m willing to offer a token of goodwill though.” With that, Ladybug pulled a necklace and dangled it before the akuma.

“Is that…?”

“The miraculous of the fox? Yes. No tricks. I want to negotiate. In-person.” She made sure to emphasize the last part.

The outline of the butterfly appeared in front of the Akuma’s face for a moment before she silently nodded. “I can lead you to him, but not before you reveal your face.”

“Fine.” Ladybug didn’t hesitate. She was past that point long ago. There was no hesitation, no doubt… no regret. Not for her actions anyway. No more.

In the flash of light, instead of Ladybug, Marinette stood before the akuma.

“You’re…” the woman’s voice was stuck in her throat.

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Tikki, floating nearby gasped in fear. The Kwami didn’t get a chance to explain before Marinette resumed her transformation.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

The two leaped from the tower and started to zoom over the city. At first, they remained silent. Neither wanted to speak. It was tense anyway. It was, of course, Marinette who broke the silence first.

“Your… your look. Have you lost someone today?”

The woman didn’t answer immediately. She appeared to be mulling over the question at first. Or wondering if she should answer.

“A… colleague; coworker. He was… a friend of mine you could say. We’ve been working side-by-side for at least a decade.”

“I see…” Marinette pursed her lips into a thin line. “I’m sorry.” She spoke up after a moment. “I imagine you blame me now?”

“No.” The akuma snapped. “You’re just a child. I put the blame where it belongs. With heroes. And with people who chose to invite them.”

“Not hawkmoth?” Escaped ladybug’s mouth before she realized it.

“He… he never wanted this either. He isn’t a villain you believe him to be.” The akuma hesitated for a moment, but Marinette could sense it was her own opinion. She filed it in her brain under interesting.

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When they arrived at Agreste manor, Marinette was surprised.

When they entered the study, she was baffled.

When they went down the secret elevator, she was angry.

When she stood before Hawkmoth, she was furious. And it wasn’t because he was her mortal enemy.

“So that’s why you neglect your only son?!” She screamed at him as soon as he turned to see her. His mouth moved, probably to give some excuse. “I don’t care if you want to rule the world or be a god or whatever. No matter what little sick excuse your brain found to justify your actions. You are not allowed to just ignore Adrien like that! He needs a father. He is a teenager and he needs you!”

“Madmoiselle Dupain-Cheng.” His voice was cold, but in a different way than she ever heard Gabriel Agreste or Hawkmoth speak.

“Gabriel Agreste. And I assume you akumatized your Assistant, Nathalie?” She pointed to the woman next to her.

“Astute observation, Ladybug. You risked a lot coming here to speak with me. I could take your miraculous now, or any other time. You gave me your most precious protection: your secret identity. So… what was that important?”

“I want to know. What is so important to you that you’re willing to go any length to get it?”

“That’s it?” Hawkmoth raised an eyebrow. “That’s all? You’re ready to risk everything over that little piece of knowledge?”

“Yes.” Once more, there was no hesitation. There was no doubt. Her heart had no place for doubts anymore. Her heart was still stuck under three levels worth of rubble.

“And what, pray tell, would you do if I told you?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“That depends.” She could see he was now intrigued, so she started to explain. “On whether I like the goal or not. And on whether you understand fully the implications. If you pass, you will get my miraculous and I will deliver you Chat Noir’s miraculous too. If you fail, you still get my miraculous. But you will never get the ring. I made sure that if something happens tonight, he will retire. He will leave Paris and toss the ring into the ocean in a concrete box. You would be left to torture the city all you wish until the League found you, but the ring’s power would forever remain out of your reach. You would be left with nothing but a criminal record. And your son would sooner than later be left without both parents. Of course, you could abandon your crusade, but then I would’ve won. I’m not a naive girl without a plan. Not anymore.” She spat the last part angrily, but her gaze was not focused on Hawkmoth, but far in the distance.

“I… see. Clever. You’re right. This will probably end tonight.” He looked her over top to bottom. It was the first time he stood so close face to face with Ladybug. His nemesis.

Gabriel wasn’t sure if he was impressed with her, or infuriated. Scratch that, he was sure he was both. She outsmarted him. She was willing to make an ultimate sacrifice for the sake of ending the fight. In that very moment, in her determined expression, he saw a reflection of another headstrong woman he knew. It was as if Emilie’s spirit stood before him.

“So? How will it be?” she asked impatiently.

“Follow me.” He simply motioned for her and started walking.

Soon, the group entered a large chamber, lit by several lights. In the center of a platform in the far end stood a glass coffin. Even from the distance, Marinette easily saw there was a woman inside. She was quick to pass Hawkmoth and get there, even as he was trying to grab her.

When the akuma and Gabriel arrived, they watched as Marinette was carefully pacing around the coffin and muttering under her breath.

“She overused the damaged miraculous.” It wasn’t a question, but Hawkmoth answered anyway.

“Yes. Only the wish can bring her back.”

“You’re one of the biggest idiots in this whole city!” The girl screamed. “She is not dead, you moron. There are literally five different ways listed in the book which, may I remind you, you possess!” She continued to yell at him. “Hell! You could akumatize someone and give him healing power. You know… use the butterfly miraculous like it was meant to be used!” She scolded. “But nooo! You’ve got to be an idiot and immediately go for the most dangerous, imprecise, reckless, chaotic, risky solution there was! I’m sure she would’ve been ashamed.”

Gabriel was at a loss for words. Was it really that easy? It couldn’t have been. He checked several times. He would’ve known. The akuma left Nathalie, who collapsed onto the ground. Some tear stains were now visible on her face. “I… I was just… I did what she told me. Only the wish can bring back the dead.” He stammered.

“She. Is. Not. Dead.” Marinette made sure to punctuate each word. “She is in a coma. She is alive you moron. Tikki! Spots off!” The flash of light signaled the end of her transformation. “Be silent, little one.” She said in a caring voice. She couldn’t bring herself to take her anger on Kwami, but she couldn’t doubt now. “Akumatize me. Give me the power to heal her.”

The corruption left the akuma that was floating in the air, only for Hawkmoth to get his hands around the white butterfly and pour a new dose of power into it. It flew the short distance between them and sunk into Marinette’s purse. She smirked as the corrupted energy passed through her, turning her into an akuma. That is until she could see how she looked.

“I’m not sure how you can call yourself a designer and yet dress me in this!” she complained. Her skin was now deep red, the color of blood, and her clothes turned into a white nurse uniform. Still, she walked to the coffin and easily opened the top. From her purse (now medic’s bag) she pulled a needle and injected the content into Emilie.

When the beautiful woman started to move, letting out an exhausted groan, Marinette sighed in relief.

“Wha… what’s going on… the last thing I… Gabriel!” She bolted upright and immediately moaned in pain. Her hand instinctively flew to her back. “Gabriel Agreste! Did you keep me in this coffin for a whole week!?” She yelled at her husband. “And who’re those two?” She pointed at Marinette, who was smiling next to her, and Nathalie, still exhausted on the floor. “You were supposed to only reveal this to Adrien if anything happened to me. There was no talk about your assistant and… um, who’re you?” The woman turned to the akuma, who sighed and tore a strap of her bag. The butterfly left the item and Marinette reverted back to her normal form.

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m… was… used to be Ladybug.”

“But you’re just a kid. And why was Ladybug active… Gabriel!” She roared and her husband took a step back.

Marinette was… surprised. She didn’t expect Emilie to be like that. From what Adrien told her, she was supposed to be the kindest, nicest person in the world. Then again, he might’ve been looking at it through tinted glasses.

“Yup.” The bluenette couldn’t stop herself from commenting. “He decided that the best way to wake you up was to get the miraculi of Ladybug and Black Cat.”

“You nincompoop. That plan was only for when I was dead.” She glared heatedly at her husband and Marinette couldn’t help but be a bit smug. “And you couldn’t get the items from a kid? How many other heroes are there?”

“Only Chat Noir. He’s my age. And I sometimes call in some help from others.” Marinette supplied quickly. She was having entirely too much fun from watching Emilie tear Hawkmoth a new one.

“Two kids! You couldn’t defeat two kids! I leave for just one second and you start getting your rear kicked by kids!”

“He also neglected Adrien for the last two years.” Marinette decided to have as much fun as she could while it lasted.

“Gabriel Agreste. You’re officially grounded until I sort this mess. Now take your secretary and leave. I will sort the mess with you later,” she ordered. Her husband could only nod and leave as quickly as possible.

Marinette was now holding her sides laughing. ”That was amazing. Merci Madame Agreste. I didn’t think I would get to laugh tonight… But this was too good.”

“Oh sunshine, don’t worry. I will get him in line for you. Whoever decided to let kids fight for them was clearly sick or senile.”

“Master Fu was… he made some mistakes. I… maybe if I wasn’t so young…”

“It’s not your fault. Whatever you blame yourself for. You shouldn’t have been responsible for Paris. Or whatever else my husband did. I think some time on the couch will do him great.” The woman got up and walked over to pull Marinette into a hug. She then led the girl back to the (now half-open) coffin and seated them both on the edge. “Why don’t you tell me what ails you? I’m sure I can help.”

For a moment, Marinette looked the woman in the eyes. Then, she started talking. She told her everything.

About a class full of idiots who believed every lie and actively fought against her.

About Lila, who manipulated everyone and did everything to turn her life into a personal version of hell.

About the teachers, who preferred to let her be walked on then do their jobs.

About her partner, the dorky cat who couldn’t take life seriously and at times was immature. She came to like his antics, but he infuriated her as much as he kept her sane.

About the so-called heroes, who came into the city and ruined her life.

About the destroyed bakery. The four bodies inside.

“It was her birthday. Today my nonna had her sixtieth birthday. We were celebrating when the Akuma happened. Except the Justice League came. Funny thing. The cure can return anyone killed by magic. It can’t return those killed by aliens tossing cars around.”

“Do you have any other family?” Emilie asked, worried about the girl. She walked through so much pain in her short life.

“My uncle… but he lives in Shanghai now. Papa was the only child and Maman moved here from Asia… I’m not sure what will happen next.” The girl revealed.

“Next? Next, you will come live with us. No strings attached. I have no need for your earrings or other miraculous and I can keep my husband in check. I owe you that much.”

“I… you don’t owe me anything, Madame.” The girl quickly protested. “You’re not responsible for what happened. I don’t blame your family. Those were the American heroes who killed my parents. They were the ones that destroyed half the city. They are the ones to blame,” Marinette informed the woman in a solemn tone.

“And that’s why I want you to stay with me. With us. I can protect you. Teach you. You can have your vengeance on those who wronged you. I can make you a queen. They will regret the day they wronged you.”

“I… I accept.” Marinette bowed her head.

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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Vermillion Skies - Q&A #3 (continued)

Here’s the second part to the final Q&A since the final few questions didnt fit due to Tumblr’s photo limit on posts! there's some alt ending stuff in here so if you dont normally read the Q&As, you may want to read this one!

Here's the previous Q&A post

CW: Somewhat graphic discussion of past events in the series thus far [sexual violence, blood/gore/violence among characters, nsfw, jealousy/romantic rivalry, PTSD, etc...], also an alt angst ending where Mc dies so beware- there's grief talk in here.

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<

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Oh absolutely. This will be a theme in Melancholia. In lieu of spoilers, all I will say is that Michael especially strongly detests Mc’s existence. This is actually a direction I thought of taking the story if I were to continue on past 25, but figured instead I can incorporate it into the end of VS and the beginning of Melancholia!

So This was something I brushed past rather quickly, so thank you for asking to give me a chance to elaborate!

Mammon was absolutely horrified after being shot through that window by Simeon. Lucifer? sure. That’s to be expected for a demon of his strength. Even Beelzebub could probably throw him through a window no problem. But seeing an angel have the ability to do that when demons are notoriously more powerful? yikes.

He was also probably scared shitless of the transformation. He remembered how horrified at himself he was when he transformed- let alone all his brothers.

Seeing Simeon like that gave him some resemblance of shell-shock. Not necessarily selectively mute, but he just, couldn't process anything or get anything out.

There was nothing running through his mind as he sat on the windowsill staring blankly at the glass- until he saw you.

Then the only thing in his head was “keep her safe.” So he had to find a way to get your attention. After getting it, he just did what was instinctual- pick you up and get you the fuck out of there.

Everything was so dream-like for him. so when you demanded he put you down, his brain took a minute to figure out what you were doing. He didn’t mean to grab you so roughly- he was just confused as to why you didn’t realize he was trying to help despite the fact that he couldn’t communicate it to you.

so the TLDR of this is that he was in survival mode, and his processing abilities were limited due to fear/trauma. Sorry I didn’t explain this better. I could go on about Broca’s and Wernicke’s area for hours and how they impact processing ability and speech but I’ll spare you all the lecture lol

Sure! I cant draw so I’m gonna share photo references that I used!

(here’s the link to the etsy where I found these)

Thank you so much for the kind words. I’m glad it gave you so much hope- and samesies. I also wish more men were like how I wrote Lucifer.

Allow me to entertain another alternate outcome for the series in regards to the NSFW part- in the form of headcanons!

So, I imagine getting through the bulk of 22- the touching, giving each other oral, and that sort of thing.

Lucifer says “I want to feel you,” and you agree, your immediately second guessing yourself- but push through the discomfort and try to calm yourself down.

As he positions himself between your legs, teasing your clit with his cock, you begin to feel a bit more comfortable and give him the go-ahead. He eases into you, but something shifts in you and you begin to panic.

It starts to hurt a bit- not much, but enough to have you backing out- and you’re crying and begging for him to stop.

He immediately pulls out the length he got in (which I assume was about half way) and he’s cradling you gently, whispering that things will be okay, he isn’t going to hurt you, and that it’s okay that you asked him to stop.

if you apologize, he will have none of it. He will remind you that it’s okay that you said no, and that he only wanted it if you did too. He will provide lots of reassurance that you’re safe and he still loves you.

He will help you clean yourself off (if you allow) or run you a bath where he will gently brush your hair or massage your shoulders.

If you feel really uncomfortable being naked around him, he’ll run the bath and leave you to it, but it will only take a whisper of his name to have him back at your side, ready to comfort you.

He will snuggle you up until the coming events later in ch. 23- stroking your hair, humming to you, reminding you how much he loves and values you until you fall asleep.

He will be ever-attentive in the future when you attempt to have sex with him again, and will make sure to help you feel more relaxed next time. And if you’re not ready then either, that’s okay. He will wait until you are ready. He’s patient- and isn’t going anywhere just because you wont fuck him.

He loves you Mc- you just have to remember that.

Allow me to entertain an alternate ending for all my angst lovers! I am going to also do this in the form of headcanons!

So, I imagine the part in 24 where Simeon swings his arm back and sends MC flying toward the pillar. Instead of just a minor concussion, maybe the force was so strong that it killed her on impact.

I see Mc hitting the wall and the lights immediately going out, and the last thing that rushes through her mind before it is just blank and empty is how much she loves Lucifer, reviewing memories at rapid speed with him- so the last thing she sees is his face.

After hearing the yelp Simeon will whip around, similar to how he did in the regular story, dropping Lucifer to the floor. His face would drain of color, realizing immediately what he’s done. he’d be frozen in place, not sure what to do- if there’s even anything he can do.

Lucifer will be screaming because he saw you hit the pillar and now sees the lifeless haze over glossing over your eyes as you stare unblinking back toward him. He would run toward you, probably staggering due to just getting air back into his lungs and his own blows to the head, yelling at Beel and Satan to get away as he cradles your lifeless form in his hands.

Desperately searching for a pulse, or a sign of your breathing, but would see no signs of life. His lips would tremble as he would beg for you to be okay, repeating “no”s over and over as the realization that you were dead dawned on him.

He will sob relentlessly into your hair, clutching you to his chest tightly and rocking your body back and forth. His wails would be so intense that they could shatter glass, ringing out through the castle and echoing through every corridor of the castle.

Memories would come flooding back to him, trying desperately to cling to any piece of you he could. Your voice, the way you gently touched his skin, your sweet kisses, the way you blush...all of it.

The rest of the brothers would completely break down along side him, but reluctantly keep their distance due to fears he will lash out at them. Beel would be completely catatonic, not being able to believe that you had died in front of him again. Satan would try desperately to console the other brothers, fighting the urge to slaughter Simeon himself, knowing he needed to save the task for Lucifer. Asmo would completely break down crying, falling into Solomon’s arms. Solomon would remain stoic, but underneath his heart is shattered. Belphie and Levi would try to cling to their sanity, but slowly slip into inconsolable sobs. Belphie would be reminded of his past mistakes on top of everything, deep sorrow filling his whole being. Diavolo would be in complete denial. Barbatos would be shattered on the inside, but try to hold back his woe. If you look closely, you could see both their eyes glossy with tears, but they would remain eerily still. Mammon would run into the room after hearing Lucifer’s screams and collapse upon seeing you dead in Lucifer’s arms. He would blame himself for not being able to stop you from rushing into the ballroom where you met your demise.

Between his sobs, Lucifer would feel unspeakable rage building up within him. His blood would boil, limbs shaking in an anger unlike what he’s ever felt- even towards the individual who had assaulted you. He would hang your body to Beel, requesting he keep you safe despite the face that you were dead. Then he would turn toward Simeon, and he would be a completely different man.

His body would be surrounded in a fuming black and green aura- radiating further off of him like smoke on a smothered fire, and his sclera would have turned black. Piercing crimson irises that were still glossy with tears stared daggers at the former angel. His cheeks would continue to be stained in tears as he approached him in an eerie silence, the only sound from him being a deep, guttural growl.

His demon form would still be out, but subtle changes could be observed to note he was more angry than ever before. His wings would be spread wide, shuddering violently as if there was a powerful wind rippling through them. His horns would grow slightly longer, and there would be slightly larger fangs protruding from his mouth. His face would probably very sunken and gaunt, but his muscles would probably bulge more. I also imagine some feathers/scale type things pushing their way out of his skin. Like really looking like an actual demon.

The entire room would feel like the air had been sucked out of it as Lucifer’s wrath and grief completely took over. Like I imagine the room feeling like you’re on a high mountain and you get altitude sickness.

He would attempt to kill Simeon, and theres two outcomes for this that I can think of. Either he would literally plunge his hand through his chest, rip out his heart, and watch silently as he bleeds out; or he would be stopped by everyone (literally- I don’t think just one person could stop him) as Simeon is taken by Michael.

He would return to your body afterwards and take you to the bedroom, tucking you in as he just...cries. for days. Like he is completely inconsolable and he wouldn’t talk to anyone else, locking himself in the bedchamber with your body as you body loses warmth. He would still try to convince himself that you would come back like last time, but the longer it takes for that to happen, the more sorrowful he becomes.

He would absolutely collect pieces of you to keep as reminders of you. He would cut off a section of your hair and braid it, and would probably keep it in a small box along with photos and the various gifts he’s given you- plushies, the snow globe, jewelry, etc- and keep this under his bed. The perfume you wear would be everywhere- in his desk, near his nightstand, a small vial of it in his pocket, so he could keep the scent near him at all times.

At the funeral he would be dead silent, only crying when he could sneak away to be alone. he wouldn’t give a eulogy- not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t muster up the strength to even speak. He would probably understand why you had trouble speaking after your assault now- and would probably be selectively mute for many, many years.

He would probably have to downsize his bed after this, because the empty space where your body used to be would make him spiral all over again, but he would snuggle with your pillow every night, ensuring to coat it with the perfume so it smelled like you.

He would have a detailed portrait done of you and have it hung above the mantel in his office, and would spend just...hours...staring at it.

He would also get something to remind him of you tattooed on him- maybe your pact mark, or maybe something hand-written to him.

He would try to engage with his brothers and continue mending those wounds because you worked so hard to help him tend to them...but it will be hard. He will be distant, quieter than usual, and less strict. And will mostly isolate.

He probably will try to burry himself in his work, but your sweet voice reminding him to take a break; the phantom feeling of you massaging his shoulders and neck and placing gentle pecks on the back of his head...that will make him completely unable to focus and he would break down.

He would probably sleep a lot, preferring to be in dreams where he can see you again. But over time, your face may become distorted, and your voice may not sound the same any more- so he relies on recordings and pictures, but they’re not the same.

Lucifer had you buried in the HOL garden, so he would visit the grave every day for the rest of his life. Sometimes he’d pretend to talk to you, telling you about some stupid things his brothers were getting up to or telling you about the new RAD festivities. Other times he would sit in silence, just staring at the loose dirty that would slowly compact and begin growing flowers and plants because of the seeds Barbatos planted over you. He would still buy you lots of gifts- trinkets, jewelry, flowers, mementos, etc- and leave them on your grave, sometimes burying them near you.

The engagement ring would go on a chain around his neck, and he would never let it out of his sight or really even take it off. He almost buried it with you, but couldn’t bring himself to do it because he wanted you to say yes to him on your own accord- forcing it on you didn’t feel right. But the sentiment of it would serve as a reminder- who his heart truly belonged to. He would probably by a matching wedding band engraved with your name and wear it on his ring finger, despite never being married, to show to others to back off. He has no interest in pursuing any other relationships.

He would completely sever any ties with the celestial realm, and Simeon. If Simeon ends up in devildom because of his corruption, Lucifer would have to force himself to avoid him, but he wont ever forgive him for taking that piece of him away.

He wouldn’t really ever get over it. No one would have his heart the way you did. Part of him would definitely long to end his own life, but he knew you wouldn’t want him to.

He would probably desperately work with Solomon and Barbatos to try to find a way to get you back. Solomon poses the idea of a clone at one point because he had kept your hair, but he ultimately turns it down because he knows it likely wouldn’t be the same...Though on the nights where he especially misses your sensual touch, and finds himself getting off to the memory of the way it felt to make love to you for the first and only time, he will consider it again.

Really, he would do anything to feel any type of touch from you again.

Man this made me sob my eyes out lol. too angsty 5 me. Take care everyone.

I am so glad I’ve gotten so many eager questions. I’m excited for the finale! <3

#obey me!#q&a #vermillion skies #obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me swd #headcanons #obm headcanons #obey me headcanons #obm lucifer

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July Colorful Column: Remus is a Crip, and We Can Write Him Better.

There is one thing that can get me to close a fic so voraciously I don’t even make sure I’m not closing other essential tabs in the process. It doesn’t matter how much I’m loving the fic, how well written I think it is, or how desperately I want to know how it ends. Once I read this sentence, I am done.

It’s written in a variety of different ways, but it always goes something like this: “You don’t want me,” Remus said, “I am too sick/broken/poor/old/[insert chosen self-demeaning adjective here].”

You’re familiar with the trope. The trope is canonical. And if you’ve been around the wolfstar fandom for longer than a few minutes, you’ve read the trope. Maybe you love the trope! Maybe you’ve written the trope! Maybe you’re about to stop reading this column, because the trope rings true to you and you feel a little attacked!

Now, let’s get one thing out of the way right now: I am not saying the trope is wrong. I am not saying it’s bad. I am not saying we should stop writing it. We all have things we don’t like to see in our chosen fics. Maybe you can’t stand Leather Jacket Motorbike Sirius? Maybe you think Elbow Patch Remus is overdone? Or maybe your pet peeves are based in something a little deeper - maybe you think Poor Latino Remus is an irresponsible depiction, or that PWPs are too reductive? Whatever it is, we all have our things.

Let me tell you about my thing. When I first became very ill several years ago, there were various low points in which I felt I had become inherently unlovable. This is, more or less, a normal reaction. When your body stops doing things it used to be able to do - or starts doing things you were quite alright without, thank you very much - it changes the way you relate to your body. You don’t want to hear my whole disability history, so yada yada yada, most people eventually come to accept their limitations. It’s a very painful existence, one in which you constantly tell yourself your disability has transformed you into a burdensome, unworthy member of society, and if nothing else, it’s not terribly sustainable. Being disabled takes grit! It takes power! It takes a truly absurd amount of medical self-advocacy! Hating yourself? Thinking yourself unworthy of love? No one has time for that.

Of course, I’m being hyperbolic. Plenty of disabled people struggle with these feelings many years into their disabilities, and never really get over them. But here’s the thing. We experience those stories ALL THE TIME. Remember Rain Man? Or Million Dollar Baby? Or that one with the actress from Game of Thrones and that British actor who seemed like he was going to have a promising career but then didn't? Those are all stories about sad, bitter disabled people and their sad, bitter lives, two out of three of which end in the character completing suicide because they simply couldn’t imagine having to live as a disabled person. (I mean, come on media, I get that we're less likely to enjoy a leisurely Saturday hike, but our parking is SUBLIME.) When was the last time you engaged with media that depicted a happy disabled person? A complex disabled person? A disabled person who has sex? No really, these aren’t hypothetical questions, can you please drop a rec in the notes?? Because I am desperate.

There are lots of problems with this trope, and they’ve been discussed ad nauseam by people with PhDs. I’m not actually interested in talking about how this trope leads to a more prevalent societal idea that disabled people are unworthy of love, or contributes to the kind of political thought processes that keep disabled people purposefully disenfranchised. I’m just a bitch on Tumblr, and I have a bone to pick: the thing I really hate about the trope? It’s boring. I’m bored. You know how, like, halfway through Grey’s Anatomy you realized they were just recycling the same plot points over and over again and there was just no WAY anyone working at a hospital prone to THAT MANY disasters would stay on staff? It's like that. I love a recycled trope as much as the next person (There Was Only One Bed, anyone?). But I need. Something. Else.

Remus is disabled. BOLD claim. WILD speculation. Except, not really. You simply - no matter how you flip it, slice it, puree it, or deconstruct it - cannot tell me Remus Lupin is not disabled. Most of us, by this point, are probably familiar with the way that One Canonical Author intended One Dashing Werewolf to be “a metaphor for those illnesses that carry stigma, like HIV and AIDS” [I’m sorry to link you to an outside source quoting She Who Must Not Be Named, but we’re professionals here]. Which is... a thing. It’s been discussed. And, listen, there’s no denying that this parallel is a problematic interpretation of people who have HIV/AIDS and all such similar “those illnesses” (though I’ll admit that I, too, am perennially apt to turn into a raging beast liable to harm anything that crosses my path, but that’s more linked to the at-least-once-monthly recollection that One Day At A Time got cancelled). Critiques aside, Remus Lupin is a character who - due to a condition that affects him physically, mentally, emotionally, and intellectually - is repeatedly marginalized, oppressed, denied political and social power, and ostracized due to unfounded fear that he is infectious to others. Does that sound familiar?

We’re not going to argue about whether or not “Remus is canonically disabled as fuck” is a fair reading. And the reason we’re not going to argue about whether or not it’s a fair reading is because I haven’t read canon in 10-plus years and you will win the argument. Canon is only marginally relevant here. The icon of this blog is brown, curly haired Remus Lupin kissing his trans boyfriend, Sirius Black. We are obviously not too terribly invested in canon. The wolfstar fandom is now a community with over 25,000 AO3 fics, entire careers launched from drawing or writing or cosplaying this non-canonical pairing. We love to play around here with storylines and universes and races and genders and sexualities and all kinds of things, but most of the time? Remus is still disabled. He’s disabled as a werewolf in canon-compliant works, he’s disabled in the AUs where he was injured or abused or kidnapped or harmed as a child, he’s disabled in the stories that read him as chronically ill or bipolar or traumatized or blind or Deaf. I’d go so far as to say that he is one of very few characters in the Wide Wonderful World of media who is, in as close to his essence as one can be, always disabled. And that means? Don’t shoot the messenger... but we could stand to be a tiny bit more responsible with how we portray him.

Disabled people are complicated. As much as I’d like to pretend we are always level-headed, confident, and ready to assert our inherent worth, we are still just humans. We have bad days. We doubt our worth. We sometimes go out with guys who complain about our steroid-induced weight gain (it was a long time ago, Tumblr, okay??). But, we also have joy and fun and good days and sex and happiness and families and so many other things.

Remus is a disabled character, and as such, it’s only fair that he’d have those unworthy moments. But - I propose - Remus is also a crip. What is a crip? A crip - like a queer - is someone who eschews the limited boundaries placed on their bodies, who rejects a hierarchy of oppression in favor of an intersectional analysis of lived experience, who isn’t interested in being the tragic figure responsible for helping people with dominant identities realize how good they have it. Crips interpret their disabilities however they want, rethinking bodies and medicine and pleasure and pain and even time itself. Crips are political, community-minded, and in search of liberation.

Remus is a character who struggles with his disability, sure. But he’s also a character who leverages his physical condition to attempt to shift communities towards his political leanings, advocates for the rights of those who share his physical condition, and has super hot sex with his wrongfully convicted boyfriend ultimately goes on to build community and family. Having a condition that quite literally cripples you, over which you have no control, and through which you are often read as a social pariah? That’s disability. But using said condition as a means through which to build advocacy and community? Now that’s some crip shit.

Personally, I love disabled!Remus Lupin. But I love crip!Remus Lupin even more. I’d love to see more of a Remus who owns his disability, who covets what makes him unique, and who never ever again tells a potential romantic partner they are too good for him because of his disability. This trope - unlike There Was Only One Bed! - sometimes actually hurts to read. Where’s Remus who thinks a potential romantic partner isn’t good enough for him? Where’s Remus who insists his partners learn more about his condition in order to treat him properly? Where’s sexy wheelchair user Remus? Where’s Remus who uses his werewolf transformations as an excuse to travel the world? Where’s crip Remus??

We don’t have to put “you don’t want me” Remus entirely to bed. It is but one of many repeated tropes that are - in the words of The Hot Priest from Fleabag - morally a bit dubious. And let’s face it - we don’t always come to fandom for its moral superiority (as much as we sometimes like to think we do).

This is not a condemnation - it is an invitation. Able-bodied folks are all but an injury, illness, or couple decades away from being disabled. And when you get here, I sincerely hope you don’t waste your time on “you don’t want me”ing back and forth with the people you love. I’m inviting you to come to the crip side now. We have snacks, and without all the “you don’t want me” talk, we get to the juicy parts much faster.

Colorfully,

Mod Theo

#wolfstar #disability in fandom #disabled remus #crip remus #please write me some crip remus #I beg of you #fandom meta

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I was recently taught how to add mods in Risk of Rain 2, and I had an idea for a character to add as a mod, but I'll never be able to actually make this myself nor do I know anyone who could, so I'm screaming it into the void of tumblr just to get my thoughts out.

If someone sees this and decides to actually make it, great! I'd like credit for the idea in the description or something, but I don't expect this to get that far anyway.

The character idea is Ben 10. He starts out in human form, with pretty weak base stats. His primary is just punching, his secondary could be a dodge roll, like Commando's but weaker, and his utility is just a higher jump. He has no passive. But his special is where things get interesting. You activate Ben's special to activate the omnitrix. After you press it, you can press your primary, secondary, utility, or special to select an alien to transform into, completely overhauling your moveset. Which aliens you can choose are chosen in the loadout segment of the character select screen, and you always change back into Ben after using a teleporter. The omnitrix cooldown would be long, but also the only thing that carries over between transformations besides items. Probably comparable to Preon cooldown.

Each alien has their own passive, primary, secondary, and utility, but retain the omnitrix as their special.

I imagine you could unlock other aliens via achievements later on, but to start out you have the original ten; Yes, even Greymatter, here me out when we get there.

Diamondhead is a defensive form. His passive makes him immune to effects that would reduce his armor such as Cripple or Pulverized. For his primary he shoots shards of crystal from his arms that would individually be comparable to the nails in MUL-T's nailgun, but fired straight at a distance instead of a short-range spread. For his secondary he turns his arm into a blade and does a melee attack, dealing a decent amount of damage at short-range. Cooldown on this attack isn't anything huge, maybe 3 to 5 seconds. For his utility he punches the ground, creating a barrier in front of himself which can be used as cover or as a platform. Barriers have their own health, I imagine scaled to level like a base MUL-T's hp would be, and there can only ever be one barrier at a given time. Cooldown would be 10 seconds.

Four Arms is a more offensive melee form. His passive is that he can jump 3 times as high as normal characters. His primary is to punch, but with 2 of his 4 arms at once. Comparable to Loader but with faster attack speed. His secondary is that he claps his hands together hard enough to make a small shockwave, dealing some damage but it's more to stun and knock enemies away. Cooldown would be like 8 seconds. His utility would be a super jump, sending him hurtling up and in whatever direction he moves, or just up if he's standing still. If he normally jumps 3 times the height of others, this would be around 9 times the height of others. I'd go 6 seconds for cooldown.

Ghostfreak is a more unique form. His passive is that he floats instead of jumping, using the jump button to gain height and slowly losing height otherwise, although he can also gain or lose height by aiming the camera so that up or down would count as forward. His primary is that he does a combo melee attack, punching with one hand, swiping with another, and then the 3rd hit he attacks with some of his tentacles. The 3rd hit does more damage and hits a wider area than the first 2. His secondary would be that he can turn intangible for up to 5 seconds. He can move through solid objects other than walls or the floor like this, and is immune to all damage and effects, but can't attack. If he becomes tangible inside a solid object, he takes some damage and gets shunted away from it. I'd give this maybe a 6 or 7 second cooldown. His ultility skill is that he exposes several tentacles at once, scaring things in a cone in front of him and stunning them for a second. This would have a 10 second cooldown.

Greymatter, one that seems a bit odd to have be playable I admit, but I have ideas. His passive is that because he's so small, enemies don't notice him as easily. He can get 3 times closer to an enemy without aggroing it. His primary would be jumping onto an enemy and pinching them a specific way, flavored as pinching a nerve or messing with wiring depending on the enemy. This doesn't do significant damage but gives the enemy a harsh stun. His secondary would be that he can enhance drones. He can only enhance up to 5 drones this way at a time, and the enhancements only last a single stage, but the enhancements give the drones big damage/healing boosts. His utility would be that he can choose a single item you have at random and treat that item as if you have double the amount you actually have for a single stage. Naturally both the drone and item enhancement should have lengthy cooldowns, I'd say maybe 15 and 20 respectively.

Heatblast, an offensive ranged form. His passive is that he heals rather than take damage from blazing elites, the healing being what the damage would've been. His primary is that he throws fireballs at enemies, like Artificer's but slightly stronger, slightly slower attack speed, and no cooldown on primary. His secondary is that he takes a second or two to charge up a bigger fireball, which then explodes on contact with an enemy or the map, kind of like a stack of will-o-wisps but in 3 dimensions, I'd give a 7 second cooldown. His utility is that he can rocket propel himself to fly, also leaving a trail of fire that damages enemies in his wake, cooldown is 8 seconds.

Ripjaws funnily enough was actually among the more difficult to design a moveset for. His passive is that the lower his health is the more damage he does. His primary skill is a melee combo attack where he swipes his claws at enemies. His secondary is that he takes a big bite out of an enemy, doing big damage, although unlike Acrid's bite it does not heal him. Only has like a 1 or 2 second cooldown. His utility is that he leaps forward around 10 ft. Only movement on its own but can combo with his bite to increase damage. I'd give it a 10 second cooldown.

Stinkfly, a ranged and somewhat aeriel form. His passive is that his stench lowers enemy movement speed by 10% within a certain radius of himself. His primary is shooting blobs of goo from his eyes, which deal some damage but also slow enemies down by another 5%, or create puddles that slow enemies. While other aliens will probably be able to do it later too, notably Heatblast can ignite Stinkfly's goo to cause enemies covered in them or puddles of them to explode. His secondary is to attack with his stinger, doing more damage than his primary but in short range. Works best if he's on top of an enemy. I'd give only a 1 second cooldown. His utility would be flight that is identical to how Milky Chrysalis works but only lasts 10 seconds instead of 15, and has a 30 second cooldown instead of 60 seconds.

Upgrade is another utility form like Greymatter. His passive is that he treats items that could be considered mechanical as if he has 5 more of that item than he actually does. Unlike Greymatter's utility which is stage based, Upgrade's passive only works while you are Upgrade. His primary is a melee combo, albeit with longer reach than most as his arms stretch for the first two attacks and one takes the shape of a mace for the 3rd and heavier hit. His secondary is to fire a beam from his eye that does continuous damage. It is togglable, no cooldown, but has lower dps than the combo. His utility skill is to upgrade his equipment, which unlike his passive ability ignores the 'mechanical' requirement. Doing this will double positive effects while halving negative ones. Notably, this doesn't work on lunar equipment. Cooldown is 90 seconds and the upgrade only lasts for 30.

Wildmutt. To put it simply, Acrid without poison. His passive is that he can sense enemies through walls, which to players highlights those enemies. Only works a 100 ft radius centered on himself of course. His primary attack is to swipe at enemies with his claws, with the 3rd hit being a bite. His secondary is to charge through enemies, knocking them aside and dealing damage. Has an 8 second cooldown. His ultility is essentially Acrid's frenzied leap, but instead of getting two charges he can walljump with it. 4 second cooldown.

XLR8, another melee but with by far the highest focus on speed. His passive is that he ignores anything that would slow his movement or attack speed. His primary is combo where he attacks with his claw, kicks, and then whips with his tail. His secondary is that he dashes 20 ft forward, homing in on enemies in that direction. Cooldown of 9 seconds. His utility would be running in circles to generate a small tornado, vacuuming in enemies and dealing damage while they're inside it. 20 second cooldown.

For skins he takes his Omniverse appearance as base, and this applies to each of the aliens too. Would probably be able to customize alien skins individually and seperate from Ben though if ya wanted skins for the classic and uaf versions of aliens.

I'll probably make a sequel post later about other aliens to add. This is it for now.

#Risk of Rain 2 #Risk of Rain 2 mod #Risk of Rain 2 mod idea #Ben 10 #Ben Tennyson #Diamondhead #Four Arms #Ghostfreak #Greymatter #Heatblast #Ripjaws #Stinkfly #Upgrade #Wildmutt #XLR8

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Rat Race | WhumpNano Part 1

Less than an hour left till midnight, but it’s done! This first part will be a Choose Your Own Whump, with more details at the end. For more info, see this post. It’s all pretty introductory right now, so I’ll stop babbling and get to the story. I hope you enjoy!

(There will be some weird formatting given that I’m writing this in Google Docs instead of tumblr. If it annoys anyone I’d be happy to change it.)

CW//Trauma, therapy session, superhero-typical violence

“Metropolis has gone dark.”

The words came from the lips of a trembling civilian, as the most frightening of tales so often did. Her teeth chattered together as she held a foil shock blanket tight around her body, the material already thoroughly slickened by both tears and concrete dust.

“Gone dark?”

It was almost ironic, the contrast between the civilian at one end of the table, and the man standing at the other. Even with the sound of sirens blaring in the distance, there wasn’t an ounce of disturbance in his expression. Instead, his clothes, consisting of a tight-fitting turtleneck sweater and khakis, were entirely unmarred.

That was just the thing about Imperius. He could walk into hell and come back with a smile on his face. It was why the civilians all clung to him. Though, his stature likely had something to do with it, as well, given that he was tall enough to brush his hair against some door frames and lighting fixtures.

Almost swamped in his shadow stood a far smaller figure, hands held behind her and shoulders pulled back in a confident display. The woman’s hair had the color of embers.

“I don’t know what it was.” The woman used her shock blanket as a tissue to wipe her face. “I was at the office, and- And it was a-almost lunchtime. Everything was n-normal, and good, and-”

“You’re okay. Breathe.”

She nodded, again soaking the foil blanket in her tears as she attempted to steady herself.

“It was so weird. It was so quiet, at first. It all went dark, and- I thought it was a power outage, that was all. They’re rare downtown, but if a transformer was hit, or a power line… No, but it wasn’t an outage. It was darker than that. There was no light, not even through the windows. And- And then-”

“You’re doing well. Keep going.”

“And then there was a crash. It was so loud, like if the ground had just cracked open below me. I guess it had, in a way. The building was shaking, and there was a smell, I think- Yes, a smell.”

“A smell? What kind of smell?”

“I don’t know. It was sweet, almost, like bubblegum o-or cotton candy. But then I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe, and I fell.”

“Do you remember anything else?”

“Some. I fell, but- My husband’s a firefighter, and he’s always so cautious. He always told me what to do, if there was smoke. So I got low, and I covered my mouth, and I crawled to a door and tried not to breathe much.”

“You did good. What do you remember? Any information is good information. Anything at all. Sounds, more smells…”

“Footsteps. I heard them first, then saw them. Or- The legs they were coming from. You know what I mean. The shoes, the-”

“I understand. Describe what you saw. Do you remember what the shoes looked like?”

“More than the shoes. I was scared, and I was trying not to move, but something was just telling me to look up. To see what was happening. So I did, I did look up. And there were people. People I didn’t know in the office.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

“Two people.”

“Mhm.”

“Describe them to me. Anything you remember. Clothes, facial features, hair. Anything.”

The civilian shook her head meekly, spraying soot from her ruined hair.

“I don’t need to describe them. I know who they were.”

“You knew them?”

“Of c-course.” She lifted her head, this time using her own sleeve to wipe away her tears. For a single moment, she took a deep breath, steadying herself just long enough to make out her next words. “Everyone knows Noirceur and The Doctor.”

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“That was how it all started.” A woman with hair the same shade as a shuddering ember spoke. There was something to her voice, something almost desensitized. As though speaking of a childhood event. A memory that was not her own.

“Was that how your missions always started, Firecrest?”

The woman felt the urge to scream. Instead, she gritted her teeth, staring down at the cup of tea in her hands. The same cup she had yet to drink from, that she had allowed to go cold. It was a stupid fear, she was well aware of that. When her team, her new mentor, had pushed her to go to a shrink, they’d had mountains of advice, of anecdotes. Just trust him. Just tell him what’s going on.

Yet, here she was. Unable to so much as bring herself to drink his tea.

Maybe that was just what hero work did to a person, especially one so young, with a mind so easily moldable. Everything to her had become an obstacle, a challenge. She faced casual happenstance, meetings with acquaintances as though they were Rubik's cubes, problems desperate to be solved.

A cup of tea, and her mind immediately assumed it to be poison.

Her mentor called it trauma. She called it being cautious.

Now, here she was. Sitting with a shrink who was doing nothing but asking stupid questions. Was that how missions always started? What, did he think they got their information from storks?

“Yes.” She hadn’t intended for hostility to find its way into her words, yet it did so regardless. “Most of the time, at least. Civilians are our main source of information. They’re the ones at ground zero when the attacks happen.”

“So how did you feel when this civilian arrived?”

Firecrest shifted uncomfortably in the squeaky leather couch.

“Normal, I guess. We all knew something had happened downtown by that point. We could see the smoke from our base, even. It was just a mission. You’d expect it to feel exciting, I guess. But my mind was so full of other things, I wasn’t even thinking about it. Just another day at the office. Defeat the villain, save the innocents.”

“You’re a brave woman, Firecrest.”

“I think I used to be.”

“Used to be?”

“After what happened, I can’t help but think of myself as a coward. A failure, more like.”

In her hands, she felt the tea beginning to heat up once more. The flame contained beneath her skin threatened to crack the fragile ceramic.

“Has anyone told you you’re a failure?”

It wasn’t the question she had expected, nor was it the one she wanted to hear. Not wanting to soak herself and the couch both in botched tea, she placed the cup on a nearby table with a gentle clack.

Her brows furrowed as she continued to stare downwards. With nothing to hold, she instead found herself occupying her hands with fidgeting. Had anyone told her she was a failure? The first days after the incident had been a blur, but…

“No. I don’t think so.”

“That means that that idea came from inside you, Firecrest.”

“Great. I’m even a failure at thinking.”

“So you think you’re a failure. What exactly did you fail at?”

Embers fluttered in the woman’s lungs as she clenched her hands to fists, fingers trembling and knuckles threatening to whiten. When she let out a snort, it was a wonder that smoke didn’t shoot from her nostrils.

“What did I fail at? Isn’t it obvious?!” She shot to her feet. “You know who I am! Everyone watched the news, and I know you don’t live under a rock! That footage is everywhere. I can hardly go anywhere, outside, on the internet, without seeing it!

I failed, and he died. I was supposed to protect him! He wasn’t supposed to die, but he did. He died because I couldn’t save him. That building is gone, now. They’re putting up a statue, did you hear that? It’s great, isn’t it? So I can be reminded every time I look out my window that I let a great man perish!”

The shrink only nodded.

“Please sit. I understand that you’re upset, and I appreciate that you feel comfortable letting out your emotions in this place. I’ll tell you this, though, Firecrest. In order to be a failure, you had to have a chance of success. Tell me, if someone were to fall off a cliff, would they be considered a failure for not suddenly sprouting wings?”

“Some heroes can fly.”

“We aren’t talking about heroes, here. Just an average civilian, like the one who came to talk to you, on that day. Would you blame them for not being able to fly?”

Defeated, Firecrest sat, shaking her head.

“Exactly. Would you call that person a failure?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause… Cause they can’t just be expected to do the impossible.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s just a hypothetical, though! What happened was real. A real man who really died because of me.”

“Firecrest. Do you agree with me in saying that you cannot rightfully be called a failure if you had no chance of success?”

“I guess.”

“Do you believe you had a chance of success? Do you believe you could have saved him?”

Gritting her teeth, Firecrest raised her hands, pressing her fingers to her temples. She didn’t want to be here! She didn’t want to be doing this, any of this. She was far happier spending her days in the training room. This was worthless! She needed to be preparing. She needed to be preparing for the next time someone came for her mentor. This time, she wouldn’t fail. This time, she wouldn’t let anyone get hurt.

Even if it meant not sleeping. Even if it meant watching as blood from her own knuckles dribbled onto the bruised and battered punching bag in the gym. Even if it meant going through sparring partners, one by one, until everyone in the base scattered like rats whenever she approached wearing her boxing gloves.

“I don’t know.”

“We’re going to do a little exercise, then, okay? You’re going to tell me exactly what happened that day. Then, we’ll decide if you had any chance to succeed. If not, then you have no right to be called a failure.”

Firecrest closed her eyes.

“Where do you want me to start?”

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Where should the story go next? It’s up to you to decide!

The next part of Rat Race will describe the incident Firecrest has alluded to. The question is, who shall tell it?

There are two options, each one leading to a separate story branch. To vote, feel free to use any means you would like to contact me. Replying or reblogging this post works just fine, as does PMing me directly or sending me an ask. I am unsure when I will be writing the next part, so as long as the next part hasn’t been posted yet, voting is still open!

I will choose the story path based on which option has more votes. The winning option will be announced tomorrow, in the next update!

A) The heroes shall tell the story. Through Firecrest’s eyes, we shall see what she views as her greatest mistake.

B) The villains shall tell the story. Through the eyes of a mysterious Doctor, we will see a devious plan unfold.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to contact me. You aren’t limited to just picking an option either! Do you have suggestions? Throw them right my way!

#whump #whumpee #whumper #hero whumpee #villain whump #villain whumpee #choose your own adventure #choose your own whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #hero villain whump #superhero whump #hero x villain #superhero trope #hero villain prompt

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